Sheldon Allman — X Square Plus 2

I have tried to tell Of my love for you But I cannot find the words So I say X squared plus seven X plus 2 Minus eleven thirds Minus eleven thirds Other poets sing Of the sky so blue And the love songs of the birds But I say X squared plus seven X plus 2 Minus eleven thirds Minus eleven thirds To what compares to your beauty What standard would I give Except an unevaluated functional derivative But the simple song that I give to you Is devoid of signs and zeds Its simply X squared plus seven X plus 2 Minus eleven thirds Minus eleven thirds For when I see they beauty The soul within me stirs And then I sing in wild equations Using variable integers But the answers as simple as 2 + 2 I must join the common herd As they say X squared plus seven X plus 2 Minus eleven thirds Minus eleven thirds