This poem is for all girls who fall down and get back up, and still have faith in love.

Every girl needs but not too many have.
It's sad when a girl can't appreciate math.
It all adds up, subtract the pain.
Then it's divided by laughter you just want a man to stay. So you can multiply smiles with an extra sense of virtue, it's so sad to hear the drama.
I guess another man has hurt you.
I wish I could be the remainder after you have done division.
But my place is not yet saved. I guess my algebra is missing.
I keep on squaring all my varibles to see how I can help. Sometimes you love and get loved back.
I guess the reciprocal's always self.