Arwen

She whose beauty has no match, fairest of the elves

She for whom I would walk 500 miles, whistling all the way

She for whom I would all the orcs face, with friends I'll never betray

She for whom I would leaves of Lorien rake, just to watch her swim in a lake

She has hair that is brown and long, silky smooth and soft

She has the eyes of the gentle doe, and to look at them is to see a glow

She has the lips of a goddess, perfectly soft, although the kiss would be heaven, it is forbidden

The sweetness of her kiss, would be pure bliss, a cure for all my woes

For her love I would do all, even take the final fall

She whose beauty has no match, fairest of the elves