Hannah's Formula..

My state with my girlfriend
forthwith with ball point penned
is simple to describe.

If she's a labyrinth,
I'm lost and convicted.
If she is a novel,
my book club has picked it.
If she is the war,
my mind is solely spite.
If she's Mammoth Cave,
I'm a troglodyte.

Were I ten units sharper,
were I a mathematician,
were I a psychosomething,
were I a word physician,
I'd isolate the pattern
that makes me from my ma'am.
I'd input who she is
and output what I am.

My girlfriend is just her;
the function acts on me
and I am f of (she).