Recursive Love

by Chris Maguire

I took my love and I stored it in a variable
an unsigned four-byte floating point
then I call the function of my emotion
it's memory address is in my heart

our love is single precision
you're the only one for me
and when our function has ended
we'll return to DOS happily

because
our love is a recursive love
it's a feeling that calls itself
our love is a recursive love
I don't have it for no one else

I left out the counter integer
now the only argument is love++
now we are stuck in an infinite loop
the instances of our love grow exponentially

our love is single precision
you're the only one for me
and when our function is ended
we'll return to DOS happily

because
our love is a recursive love (yes it is)
it's a feeling that calls itself (yes it does)
our love is a recursive love (yes it's true)
I don't have it for no one else (no one else)