X Square Plus 2

I have tried to tell
Of my love for you
But I cannot find the words
So I say X squared plus seven
X plus 2
Minus eleven thirds
Minus eleven thirds

Other poets sing
Of the sky so blue
And the love songs of the birds
But I say X squared plus seven
X plus 2
Minus eleven thirds
Minus eleven thirds

To what compares to your beauty
What standard would I give
Except an unevaluated functional derivative
But the simple song that I give to you
Is devoid of signs and zeds
Its simply X squared plus seven
X plus 2
Minus eleven thirds
Minus eleven thirds

For when I see they beauty
The soul within me stirs
And then I sing in wild equations
Using variable integers
But the answers as simple as 2 + 2
I must join the common herd
As they say X squared plus seven
X plus 2
Minus eleven thirds
Minus eleven thirds