Love Minus One.

I never anticipated love was intended to result as it does.
A long multiplication full of complications.
I must have seen it through rose coloured glasses as a child.
Yet then again,maybe not.
I used to think it would put the rest of my life into perspective,
provide me with significant answers.
Instead,
misled by my own chain of summing up.
Never blessed in mathematics,
reluctant to enter the equidistant "attic of nostalgia,"
Love plus love always equalled a positive for me.
I eventually calculated that we all have our own individual methods which symbolizes the final equation.
Eventually, taking its time to sink in,
figuring out,
I don't add up like others do.
Nights passed,tediously working out tiresome strategies and formulas which never amounted to anything
except endless amounts of"screwing up,"
down the same square routes.
I would go to bed and cry .
It's probably true that the "see-saw" of love has no equilibrium.
One of us will always love the other to a lesser degree.
My angle on this subject has always been out of proportion
and I drift off on a tangent each time.
All of it is "hyp" and "Sin."

I have spent years trying to work it out.
Thinking multiple thoughts,
dividing my time on this theory.
Subtracting my life during the process
wasting a huge percentage of my potential
arriving at the conclusion
that my "mental arithmetic,"
of love minus one
equals me.