A/N: So he may need to learn how to allegorize certain aspects of Eowyn a bit better, but his heart is definately in the right place!
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Like a flag that flies in the cool summer breeze,
And unfurls its colors like the waves of the seas,
That is her hair to me.
Like the flowers that blossom on the mountains high,
And the bluebird that soars on is wings close by,
That is her eyes to me.
Like the smooth gray clouds of the winter sky,
And the fair cold snow that falls from them so white,
That is her skin to me.
Like the cheery ringing of the bells of joy,
And the glad laughter of little girls and small boys,
That is her laugh to me.
Like all in this world that is perfect and good,
And all of the treasures that are as they should,
That is my Éowyn to me.