Root three

I fear I will always be,
A lonely number like root three.

A three is all that is good and right.
Why must my three keep out of sight,

Beneath a vicious square-root sign.
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic.

I know I'll never see the sun
As 1.7321

Such is my reality,
A sad irrationality.

When, hark, just what is this I see?
Another square-root of a three.

Has quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer.

We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands,

Our square-root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.

-Kumar's Root-3 poem