Infinite Love

My love for you is like an irrational number, It's digits and my love for you will never end. Sadly, you don't like irrationality, my paramour, Even when on you, all the saved love, I spend. I offered my life to find your love's constant, Which became the hardest variable for me. I wish I found out that value at an instant, Maybe, you would have seen the love I have for thee. I think my love's discriminant was less than zero, Just like roots, you saw no real love of mine. But for me, you are just like the golden ratio, Perfect for love and glorious like sunshine. I wanted the probability of our love to be one, But you just cleared that in this life, I am not the one.