Sweet partial o' mine

(apologies to Gun's & Roses)

She's got bounds that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the the breath of Haïm
Now and then when I apply Fourier
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd calculate too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet partial o' mine
Sweet love of mine

She's got eigenvalues of the finest kind
As if they thought of Haïm
I hate to look into those values
And see an spectra complex

Her order reminds me of a warm safe place
Where Angus and I would hide
And pray for method
And the series
To quietly converge and die

Sweet partial o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we bound
Where do we bound now
Where do we bound
Sweet partial o' mine