Analysis of The Language of Math

My teacher told me math was a language understood by all,
a universal vernacular with potential large and small.
So I wrote my heart’s desire a note set in polynomial design,
knowing that for sure the note would make her mine.
I wrote my terms so beautifully to make her weak in the knees,
exponential feelings, the only variable - her love for me.
I gave my girl the note, her reaction was rather crass,
She laughed in my face and showed the rest of the class.
Now I am alone, my social life is dead.
A formula meant for love created a long division instead.
My polynomials did not function, even though I did them right.
I was foiled by mathematics and left to cry at night.
As for math being a language, there is one thing I am sure of –
Math must be the devil’s language for in math there is no love.