This was inspired 由 everyone's 最喜爱的 Bleach couple, and 由 a prompt in the 潮流粉丝俱乐部 Writer's Group: "Write 20-40 lines about 爱情 without using the words love, passion, desire, favor, regard, heart, need, want 或者 longing." The poem doesn't explicitly mention Ichigo 或者 Rukia, but it was definitely written with them in mind (as well as another 日本动漫 couple I love, but that's another fandom.) Hope 你 enjoy this!
Love
Ours is not made of 玫瑰 and candles
或者 daydreams dipped in sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
或者 starry gazes to fix and hold.
For candlelight flickers and 玫瑰 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 吞, 燕子 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 玫瑰 and candles
或者 daydreams dipped in sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
或者 starry gazes to fix and hold.
For candlelight flickers and 玫瑰 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 吞, 燕子 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.