Ah, dear soul, in numbers lost,

Your love for math, at what a cost!

She speaks of gym, of strength and grace,

But you, my friend, are in a race.

She calls for care, to move, to play,

While you in formulas drift away.

But love’s a dance, a perfect flow,

Not always straight, but ebb and go.

Perhaps you’ll find a middle ground,

Where both your passions can be found.

In numbers, love, and gym’s embrace,

Let joy and laughter fill the space.

So don’t just calculate her heart,

Let fitness and love both take part.

For in the balance, you will see,

Math and love dance wild and free.