After totaling the greater sum
of broken hearts you've caused,

and subtracting when the heart was yours
and your life was quietly paused;

multiplied by every single time
you brought another joy,

and divided by the pure attempts
you took no credit, and was coy;

knowing in your heart of hearts
you know nothing that's for sure,

all the while blindly believing
that love for others is what's pure.

Proudly humble that your actions
have always shown integrity,

boasting only of your blessings
that adorn your legacy.

Giving careful considerations
not to doubt, and not to blame,

or discourage good intentions
expecting others of the same.

I applaud that your existence
could not help but prove your worth,

by showcasing that your essence
promoted folly, glee, and mirth.