There is a hidden poetry in mathematics, a beauty that rivals any sonnet.

The equation begins, a line of verse filled with tension and unanswered questions.

Each step of your work is a new line, a logical progression of thought.

You use the rhyming scheme of algebraic properties, applying them with rhythm and care.

The meter is the perfect balance of the equals sign, which must be maintained throughout the poem.

You simplify. You combine. You strip away the unnecessary words, the clutter, until only the core truth remains.

The final line is the solution. Simple, elegant, and profound. x = 2.

It is a perfect couplet that resolves all the tension of the preceding lines.

A perfectly solved equation, with each step shown clearly, has the same satisfying, inevitable beauty as a classic poem.

You are not just doing calculations. You are a poet of logic. Go write some verse.