Look Backward, Glance Anew

E=mc², yet what of our hearts?
v_elocity intertwined with s^pace,
as t_ime slips through unyielding fingers.

The logarithmic whisper of your presença,
doubles the essence of my heart's yearning.
∑(i³) = n(heart^ache)
Each coefficient, a kiss in polynomial embrace.

Remember, my love, how we reflected on π?
Beyond the circle's distortion,
lies an infinite cascade of tantalizing whispers,
just like us—never linear, forever surreal.