The Square Root of 3

 

I fear that I will always be 
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that's 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! 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.