Chinta" poEm...?

* I fear that i will always be,
A lonely number like a root three,

* A three is all that'sgood and right,
why must my three keep out of sight,
beneath a vicious square root-sign?

* I wish instead i were a nine,
for nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just same quick arithmetic....

*[ I know i'll will never see the "sun" as 1.7321]

* such is my reality, a sad irrationally
when, hark, just what is "this" i see?

* Another square root of a three,
has quietly come waltzing by,
together now "we" multyply,
to form a number "we" prefer,
rejoicing as an integer.

* We break free from our mortal bonds,
and with a wave of magic wands.

* Our square-root sign become unglued,
and 'love' for me has been renewed.....