Hope counts in ways the mind can’t keep
It adds through loss subtracts through sleep;
Each fraction built from trust unseen
Each sum composed of what has been
Zero expands divides repairs
Infinity responds it cares;
No final proof no fixed design—
Yet all resolves in curve divine
The numbers hum through grief and peace
The total never seems to cease;
Faith carries what the eyes misplace
And measures light within each space
No logic holds no theorem stays
The pattern bends through humble ways;
The soul computes beyond control—
The math of love defines the whole