Through the corridor
As I walk ahead
I sometimes encounter
The Lady in Red

Exchanging some smiles
A shy-like "hello"
But time's brutally running
And off we must go

Trans-locating an area
Walk enough time for the chance
Will be bigger than zero
To spear her a glance

If I get lucky
The Lady in Red
Crosses upon me
Waving her hand

The gradient isn't for talk
Nor polynomial equations
Maybe the meaning of life
Or nuclear reactions

Relativity or not
Time passes too fast
And off there she goes
She has a class to attend

Light turning to darkness
But there's no time to rest
Maybe next week
Maybe, at last...

Through the corridor
As I walk ahead
I sometimes encounter
The Lady in Red

Since I look carefully enough
I see hidden patterns
But to solve those equations
I need Aladdin's oil lantern

But logically deducted
Differentiating a function
How to maximize chances
And go on by induction

She's so full of energy
Hot like the core of the sun
And high energy Physics
Is non-linear, alas

Coincidences are chaos
My rules should bring order to all
All who relays on blind luck
Doomed to painfully fall

I hate special cases
Why things aren't like math?
Will the Lady in Red
Converge with my path?