This was inspired によって everyone's お気に入り Bleach couple, and によって a prompt in the ファンポップ Writer's Group: "Write 20-40 lines about 愛 without using the words love, passion, desire, favor, regard, heart, need, want または longing." The poem doesn't explicitly mention Ichigo または Rukia, but it was definitely written with them in mind (as well as another アニメ couple I love, but that's another fandom.) Hope あなた enjoy this!
Love
Ours is not made of バラ and candles
または daydreams dipped in sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
または starry gazes to fix and hold.
For candlelight flickers and バラ wither
And dreams, however sweet, will yield to dawn.
No.
Ours is the unromantic romance.
Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and 草 stains.
But
A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
Slowly,
To temper the rough edges.
We 飲み込む back fear to taste the change;
And with clouts and embraces applied when necessary,
We steer our friend-ship into deeper waters
For ours is the journey
Comprised of pain and promises,
Tears and joys,
Arguments, denials,
Reluctant realizations, awkward steps,
And a few quiet moments
To drink in the delight of
Knowing another Self.
Ours is the dance
Of blindness becoming sight,
Brokenness being healed,
Strength filling weakness;
Two wills
Entwining together
To be forged, ever stronger, into
One.
And ours is the mountain, firm and forever;
Standing through the storms of Summer
And the snows of Winter,
Taking the beauty,
The glory,
And the hardship
That come with every season.
Love
Ours is not made of バラ and candles
または daydreams dipped in sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
または starry gazes to fix and hold.
For candlelight flickers and バラ wither
And dreams, however sweet, will yield to dawn.
No.
Ours is the unromantic romance.
Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and 草 stains.
But
A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
Slowly,
To temper the rough edges.
We 飲み込む back fear to taste the change;
And with clouts and embraces applied when necessary,
We steer our friend-ship into deeper waters
For ours is the journey
Comprised of pain and promises,
Tears and joys,
Arguments, denials,
Reluctant realizations, awkward steps,
And a few quiet moments
To drink in the delight of
Knowing another Self.
Ours is the dance
Of blindness becoming sight,
Brokenness being healed,
Strength filling weakness;
Two wills
Entwining together
To be forged, ever stronger, into
One.
And ours is the mountain, firm and forever;
Standing through the storms of Summer
And the snows of Winter,
Taking the beauty,
The glory,
And the hardship
That come with every season.