I will always remember the day when I first saw him. He was standing
proudly at the gates of Gondor, alone. His eyes were fierce and filled with
pride, his mouth firm and resolute. But I saw something else. I saw a sad
story buried deep within his heart, scars of loneliness upon his handsome
face. My heart flew to him, and he took it in into his own. He stole my
heart, but I never should want it back.
The only love I had ever known before, the only one I ever will love; Tis a mystery how he found me. Or how I found him. A simple maiden of Gondor, and the lord of Ladros. Love is indeed a funny thing. It cares not your status or title, and spares none the tortures and sorrows that come abounding with it. I felt too deeply the sorrow and loss of love.
One fine evening he took me into his arms. His eyes were sad and heavy, his arms held on to me tightly. In the softest voice, he told me he was leaving, and going far away. I asked why, my voice trembling and my heart aching with every instant that passed me by. He kissed me, and I could feel the kiss was that of a farewell. I cried and held on to him, and he comforted me, whispering his promises of marriage when he returned. Never have I known such pain in my life. Deep down, I felt as if I would never see him again. His soft kisses and gentle assurances only made the matter worse, and made me love him more.
In only a weeks time, he left me. He would not tell me where, he knew I would follow him if I had the knowledge of his destination. My tears would have drowned me if I had allowed them to fall as heavily as they wanted too. I bid my love farewell. And he never returned. He left with me only his memory and undying love that he so often declared.
I would give everything to just see him once more. To tell him how much I love him. How much I care. As I stand here, at the gates of Gondor, I remember the first time I saw him. And how much I loved him. The time that passed us by gave me a love I will always remember. A man I will never forget. The tears come freely now, down my face and to the ground that we once stood on together. Has time really been so cruel to us? Has this love passed us by? My Boromir, my love…
The only love I had ever known before, the only one I ever will love; Tis a mystery how he found me. Or how I found him. A simple maiden of Gondor, and the lord of Ladros. Love is indeed a funny thing. It cares not your status or title, and spares none the tortures and sorrows that come abounding with it. I felt too deeply the sorrow and loss of love.
One fine evening he took me into his arms. His eyes were sad and heavy, his arms held on to me tightly. In the softest voice, he told me he was leaving, and going far away. I asked why, my voice trembling and my heart aching with every instant that passed me by. He kissed me, and I could feel the kiss was that of a farewell. I cried and held on to him, and he comforted me, whispering his promises of marriage when he returned. Never have I known such pain in my life. Deep down, I felt as if I would never see him again. His soft kisses and gentle assurances only made the matter worse, and made me love him more.
In only a weeks time, he left me. He would not tell me where, he knew I would follow him if I had the knowledge of his destination. My tears would have drowned me if I had allowed them to fall as heavily as they wanted too. I bid my love farewell. And he never returned. He left with me only his memory and undying love that he so often declared.
I would give everything to just see him once more. To tell him how much I love him. How much I care. As I stand here, at the gates of Gondor, I remember the first time I saw him. And how much I loved him. The time that passed us by gave me a love I will always remember. A man I will never forget. The tears come freely now, down my face and to the ground that we once stood on together. Has time really been so cruel to us? Has this love passed us by? My Boromir, my love…