DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME
This poem is about Faramir reflecting on his brother after Boromir died.
Lost Soul
Although he took my father's love,
He's still my best friend.
Although he took the hearts of many,
I still miss his presence.
How do you love the person you envy?
How do you trust the person you spite?
How do you work with the tools that are broken?
How do you work with the things you despise?
If you do not love, you may never hate.
I guess some are lost in this way...