I fear!

I fear that I will always be a lonely no. like root 3,
A three is all that’s good and right,
why must my 3 be out of sight,
beneath the vicious sq root sign.

I wished instead I were a 9,
for 9 can forth the evil trick with just some quick arithmetic.
I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321,

Such as my reality,
the sad of rationality,
my heart, was this I see?
Another sq root of a 3,
just quietly come walking by,
together now we multiply,
a formal number as we prefer, rejoicing as an integer.

We break free from our moral bonds and
waive away those magic wands,
our sq root sign become unglued,
the love from me has been renewed.