Peace
This scent
Hakubaiko
The scent of you
On you
On me
Sweet
Together in this house
This cottage
And farm
Planting daikon radishes
How quiet
You've finally
Put that knife away
Is this what they call peace?
The way I can sleep soundly
in your tender touch
The way the sake tastes
under the brilliant blanket of stars
The way the moon shines
like it never did in Kyoto
Yes, this is what I'm fighting for
This is what I'll protect
This is…
It is…
Authot's Note:
Yay another poem! This one's from Kenshin's point of view. It's about his peaceful life with Tomoe when he wasn't fighting.