AN: This is a sweet little poem, a love poem. I know, I'm a sap. I don't care. holds up two fingers in the peace sign Make love, not war.
Words
Words,
Written on a page.
They mean nothing to you,
They just gain age.
Letters,
Scrawled by hand.
A language,
From a distant land.
Black,
Ink on white.
The words that shone
In the night.
Words,
Written by you
Just one word;
Ashiteiru.