For some reason I never told you
You have a group-theoretical face
All symmetry and orbits
And the cheekbones of a vector space

Your eyes were like the fixed points
Of the cosets of your lips
But I forgot to mention this
When lost in your dihedral hips

I don't know why I never voiced
My automorphic adoration
But I know that Galois would have fought for you
For you're unique (up to rotation).