So graciously devoted to polishing books.
I walked through mud to find you here,
and the songs stopped singing hours ago.
I was about to leave these flowers,
but I could not let them go.
I was just hoping you would realize
these flowers were not meant for book-keeping,
and this card here not meant for store-rooms.
The mud made my road much harder,
I can still stand for you.
Words are too painful outside books,
but that is where I want them.