It surely is true love, or so I fear
For I can't bear to part from you, my dear
My meeting with you none could have foretold
Now we're together 'till our love grows cold.
You were exiled, but saved by Eru above
You escaped all rules that forbade our love
To our foes you always were troublesome
You triumphed in your war and now home you come.
He was a stranger, no one knows where from
When we met he was so bright, so handsome
Rosy red lips and bright, crystal blue eyes
Eyes hard as stone, soft as silk when he cries.
Sleek, shining hair-obsidian glass, flecked gold
Skin so soft and pale, clean and warm, not cold
Strong, with kingly height and warrior's breadth
Driven, trained, skilled, professional unto death.
His poor, young soul is cruelly ripped and torn
Yet never until this truly blessed morn
Did I glimpse such looks in one so forlorn?
Pale gold like the shimmering summer dawn.