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