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