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
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
