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