I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see?
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

– David Feinberg –


This poem was used by Kumar to propose Vanessa in Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay. This poem is mathematically romantic. Well, my English is not great to make something like this, so I really respect Mr Feinberg to make such a great poem.

I dedicate this to doubleyou. Hopefully, by reading this (if she did one day), she would understand the logic behind the reason why I love her.


A root three.

With Love,