Samurai
She felt nothing for him
her pain was just too much to bare
and time and days , were to just begin
to exist, not to love , or to share
He was self destructive
he couldn't see any point to live
for he had many demons, to fight
and his days, were always, the night
but she had grace ,which he then noticed
but her children, were her only focus
and her own days , were like the darkest nights
and her owns pains, she had to fight
but she was told , to take care of him
but she didn't know, just where to begin
for he was the cause , of all her pain
and her displeasure , she just made plain
but slowly, love began to blossom
just like the beauty, in Cherry Blossoms
and he learnt, the ways of Samurai
and as went to battle, her heart then cried
for he found , something new in her
and a reason, to forgive himself
for when he looked , new emotions stirred
for her gentle face , showed her love , to help
There were , no spoken words
just inside, his heart absorbed her light
and her own heart, was like Cherry Blossom
for no more battles , he had to fight
....... for love had won
movie tribute
The Last Samurai
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2025
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