Summary: These are pretty much self-explanatory. They are just two sweet little poems about Sam and Rosie. (I love those two!)
Disclaimer: ::sighs:: Do we really have to go through this again? I don't own Lord of the Rings, and, therefore, do not own either Sam or Rosie.
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"Untitled"
They say we are like
When a willow stands alone
With no companion, save the night sky,
And amid its branching hair is caught
The jewels, which Elebreth wrought,
Branches twining about the brilliant stars,
Which cannot escape the net
Into which they were woven.
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But deck'd in thy lum'nous light, I think
We are like
Where the ocean meets the sky above,
For our souls together are bound, so
One cannot tell
Where I end and thou doth begin.
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"Long Have I Wandered"
Long have I wandered
over paths of lonely isolation.
Barren as the desert and empty as the sky,
Its lum'nous topaz a mock'ry of my darkened heart.
Much I have toiled,
Roaming away towards the edge of despair,
where ev'ry breath feels like a blade to the chest,
and I can taste my own tears, salty like the sea
churning in the tempest's rage
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But if Fate were to deprive me
Of food and drink
Enough to quench my soul's desire
I could survive on the mere mem'ry of thy face
and the hope of coming home to thee,
walking under the soft lace of the trees.
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But ringing of thy sweet voice is not mine to hear.
And as the years of my life drift away,
Like the sullen leaves on Autumn's breath
my ears perceive nothing but the whisp'rings of the wind
and the moaning of waves,
breaking softly upon the nearing shores of Death.
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But upon every forbidden road I trod,
I shall feel thy love in the warmth of the sun
and see thy beauty in the keen lances of the starlight.
And when my road comes to an end,
when I stand upon the last shore of the Earth,
I shall at last cast my sorrow into the sea
and come home to thee again.
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So... those are my poems. I wrote them in September, and I found them in a random school notebook that I was about to throw out. (I wonder how many poems I have lost in that way?) Anyway, I was struck by how they didn't sound anything like the poetry that I write nowadays (these are free verse, something I rarely do anymore.) However, I liked the ideas and some of the phrasing, and I fixed them up, and now I have posted them (obviously...) So, what do you think. O, do review! I beg of thee!
Toodles!
---Nymredil