Upon that sweet clover field of old,
I remember those days of gold.
With the sweet sakura sailing by,
In the soft scarlet sky,
The soft shadow's of dusk roll by,
As the little nightingale fly's by.
Upon that sweet field old,
I remember those day's gold.
Shallow cold sweet and dear,
Are the memories made clear,
The scarlet for your eyes,
The gliding nightingale for face,
The handsome sakura representing your grace.
You and I are worlds apart,
But that did not stop our hearts.
As I remember those days of gold,
I sit here in the clover of old.
A silent tear fall's from my cheek,
As those sweet, clear, and dear memories repeat.
That night before your terrible fate,
That would determine not only mine,
But your brother's in return.
On that same night,
Spring of mild,
I was no longer to be considered a child,
You came into my room and held me dear,
And told me:
"Hey there's nothing to fear"
But you knew more than me,
That a time would come when you would flee,
But in that moment you said to me,
That one day, someday,
I was your bride to be.
Lost in a moment with no time and space,
Mine eye's met your handsome face,
From then on did our love truly ignite,
In the arms of an eagle taking flight.
Our bodies wet with the little left residue,
Resembling that of the morning dew.
Your toned and shapely arms held me in place,
As I released mere tiny mewls,
My cries of pain slowly began to subdue,
And became moans of pleasure through and through.
I felt you grip my hand in a desperate attempt to comfort me,
As you came and released yourself.
You desperately called out my name,
And I too…
Did the same.
And in that strange yet beautiful wake,
You kissed me dear and held me near,
upon that clover field, gold…
I remember those memories, old…
The scarlet painted upon my cheeks,
Resemble that of your eyes, the sky…
And the blood you spilled that fateful night.
I simply wish to know the truth,
Of what my love did that night.
upon the gold clover field of old…
In the eve of the spring sunlight,
I stand to make my leave,
As the silent tears fall,
The sky in unison roars,
I call to my canine companions,
And in return do they rush to my side.
"Let sleeping dog's lie,"
I always say,
As the Konoha spring fest lights,
Go under way.
Today is the day…
I made sweet love to you,
Today is the day…
You just upped and flew.
A final tear leaves my eyes,
And in that grace I say:
"Thank you…Uchicha itachi"
"For all you've done"
"Thank you once more"
"And goodbye some more."
in that sweet clover field of old…
those memories…
I treasure them, gold
I turn and face the future ahead.