Algorithm, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you solve, sort and run
Invading my mind day and through the night
Always dreaming about the anyone

Let me compare you to a fast clover?
You are more definet [sic!] and logical
Blind storms whip the twiglets of October
And Autumn time has the geological

How do I love you? Let me count the ways
I love your last ascending and sorted
Thinking of your logic fills my days
My love for you is the past aborted

Now I must away with a finite heart
Remember my light words whilst we're apart