Song for Tomoe

Tomoe, sheath of my sword, my life
On the evening of our meeting, you sai,
"You make the bloody rain to fall"
And you made me drop my sword to the ground.

You smell like fresh plums of spring
in the midst of a bloody sight
How could you keep my past to a distant
Like I'm a new man, no more a warrior in the night.

Your eyes spell of forever
And your lips spoke of hope
You gave your heart freely
Despite the blood I enveloped.

I will forever hold your hand.
Your hand tucked into mine
As I leave my sword behind
To the new path of life I abide.

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