A love song from Tolkien's Middle-Earth. Sung by a mortal to a maia. If you want to know more about them, read my story 'Nár Tinwen'.



You are my Valinor, and more:

You are the Aman of before

Morgoth did his theft

And dead the Two Trees left.



You are the wind in my sails

As the outlook now hails:

'We have land in sight

Immortal and bright!'



You are my pastures green

Where I've always been

So happy and bold

As in tales of old.



You are the Silmarils' light

Full of mercy and might.

You shine on my face

Warm as an embrace.



You are the fairest flower

And a lady of power,

Ever-young, ever-bright,

Blooming both day and night.



To you I sing

Though I'm no king

I have no right

To hope you might

Cast your eyes on me

And say: 'It is he.'