Percabeth
Her curly blonde hair flows across her back,
Her eyes a glamorous shimmer of grey.
His sweeps across his face, cascade of black,
His shine a beacon green like ocean bay.
Beauteous love so strong, a burning flame,
A stunning blanket strongly knit with love.
So pure, so bright, so sure, so right, no shame;
So sweet in love and just, a peaceful dove.
She born a child of wit, of war, of thought,
Had helping hand to lend in time of need.
He, child of coursing water, later wrought
The peace all sought, and love was finally creed.
From struggle came a passionate love formed;
A touching story, making heart all warmed.