Aragorn to Arwen
How can I forget, every second of the day,
the air around me which I breath.
In passion or danger, to blow a kiss away,
a whispered love you when I leave.
The spoken word or beautiful song,
to call a child in from play.
All expressions right or wrong
our breath forms the words we say
I hope you know that from now on,
as every day goes passed.
I'll breathe your name, until I'm gone,
and breathe every breath as my last.