He sits quietly at the counter
Quickly jotting down each word
It is all that he can give her now
And the idea seem so absurd
For they’re only letters on a page
The crowd is bustling round him
He’s oblivious to their din
He scribbles each and every thought
And pulls each feeling from within
Hoping that they touch her soul
What does he have to give her?
All material things turn to dust
So he pours his heart upon the page
And hopes that she will learn to trust
The meaning of his words
How can mere words show her his love?
He dreams of all he wants to give
To make her life exceed her hopes
Yet all he wants to do is live
The words he’s written down
It’s a ragged piece of paper
It has captured his thoughts for now
He has finished writing the brief note
And he pauses and simply wonders how
It can make any difference
A cleaner picks up the crumpled paper
It contains a solitary phrase
It simply says, “I love you”
Written in several different ways
Each one with its own meaning
He wonders where this note came from?
Why was it merely tossed away?
Was it ever delivered?
He throws it out and cleans the café
For they’re only letters on a page
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