Take the number of your lovers,
Multiplied by the promises you
Made or were made to you
Establish the expanse of your
Heart's vulnerability.

Take the number of days
You have cried alone;
Confirm, in its aftermath,
Your soul's exponential growth.

Take a good thought, add a smile
Followed by a hand-out from heart
Claim three is the magical number,
A favorite with the accountant in Paradise.

Kiss strangers as often as they come along,
But lose heart to only one,
As infinity is not but in the mirror
Image of this divine one.