The scarlet shines on that blade
It caresses it so delicately
Holding it around it's waist
Grasping a firm hold on it
They Are meant to be together
Like honey and a bee
And When they meet
I feel complete peace
I do not dare
To keep them apart
It is love
Let me do my part
These scars are beautiful!
Do not tell me they are not!
You are the shame
For telling me to hide them away
Or maybe I'm crazy
Maybe I'm insane
Believing that my blood and this blade
Know the romance game we play
Maybe
Just maybe
I want the love they have...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem