Two lovers crossed by love are you and I; Two lines we are, apart and not yet join’d. And will we ever meet if we should try With rightly angled love to be conjoined? Or will we in our geometric space Obey the law of postulation five When straightness less than right will then disgrace The law of love and purity deprive? But even if we cast off laws of right And by degrees move ever closer still, Would you and I in time meet out of sight And shrink the space between us into nil? Or parallel into Infinity In virtue join with new geometry?