She took out a piece of paper and a pencil. It wasn't everyday Konan wrote poetry. She only did it when she wanted to express her thoughts towards someone, but was afraid to just tell her thoughts. She put the pencil on the white paper and began scribbling in her amazingly beautiful writing. God's Angel

If I am a canvas,

Would you bleed paint for me?

If I'm made of paper,

From your wounds comes ink?

If I am the Death,

Will you be the Life?

If I and the tear,

Would you be the smile?

If I am the music,

Would you be the silence?

If I'm lost and I sink,

Will you be my guidance?

If I am the heart,

Will you be the arrow?

If I am a fox,

Shall you be a sparrow?

I'll tell you now, just listen:

You won't ever be anything for me.

'Cause you're God and I'm your Angel.

Together both Nothing and All we'll be.

She finished her poem and moved towards her lover's desk. The blue-haired woman opened a drawer and put the piece of paper inside, wishing Pein will someday find it.

"I hope you'll find this one day,……Nagato" she whispered and left the room.