The Square Root of 3

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

It's satnite today! and i remember this poem from the white castle 2. to all lovers out there! Rejoice yourselves! hahaha :D