Equations.

" She was beautiful,
But in the way a forest fire is beautiful.

She was free in her wildness, 
And made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible,
And that's something not everyone knows how to love.

Her gorgeous chaos was a danger to his beautiful ordinary life.

But she didn't need to be saved,
What she need was to be found.

And what she wants,
Is to sit on the kitchen counter,
In her underwear,
At 3am,
With him,
And talk about the universe.

She is the poem."