The Square Root of 3

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three.

A three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight?

Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine.

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic.

I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321.
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality.

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three.

Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer.

We break free from our mortal bonds,
And with a wave of magic wands,
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.