You there, you delicate flower,
You’re beautiful than the other,
Your petals were made by God
for you one and another
You there, you delicate flower,
Words from them are not what I see,
But what I see is a blessing for me,
oh you delicate flower.
Oh you intricate flower,
You prick and you bleed the hands that touch you,
You kill the light from those who shined it upon you,
But oh dear intricate flower,
My hands that you bleed
and my light that you killed
will be the hands
that will always reaching
will be light that will always shining
for you,
bleeding, fading and falling,
but trying
Oh you sophisticated flower,
Forgive my hard grip that strangled you,
Forgive my loose grip that let you fall,
Forgive these hands of failure,
failed to deliver you,
to your one and only heaven,
in my arms.
-Adam West, Book of Thoughts
White Knight 