This was inspired par everyone's favori Bleach couple, and par a prompt in the fanpop Writer's Group: "Write 20-40 lines about l’amour without using the words love, passion, desire, favor, regard, heart, need, want ou longing." The poem doesn't explicitly mention Ichigo ou Rukia, but it was definitely written with them in mind (as well as another animé couple I love, but that's another fandom.) Hope toi enjoy this!
Love
Ours is not made of roses and candles
ou daydreams dipped in sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
ou starry gazes to fix and hold.
For candlelight flickers and roses wither
And dreams, however sweet, will yield to dawn.
No.
Ours is the unromantic romance.
Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and herbe stains.
But
A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
Slowly,
To temper the rough edges.
We avaler, hirondelle 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 roses and candles
ou daydreams dipped in sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
ou starry gazes to fix and hold.
For candlelight flickers and roses wither
And dreams, however sweet, will yield to dawn.
No.
Ours is the unromantic romance.
Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and herbe stains.
But
A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
Slowly,
To temper the rough edges.
We avaler, hirondelle 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.