If ever I were to Marry a Lass...

- jan-u-wine
If ever I were to marry a lass......
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I thought it were enough...

enough to see the Shire again,
 
enough to see it bloom.

 
Enough to see the end of the Road...

enough to just be Home.

 
It were enough,
 
and yet,
within my heart,
my Rosie waited still.
 
Waited,
like the sky lighting with pink dawn
beyond the green of the Hill...

waited,


like the stars that lie
quiet,
soft,
against the velvet of the sky.


My Rosie.

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A painter's box of color:

the garden brushed with all
the riot of summer,

sun-hazed,
shimmering
with honeyed scent.
 
I smile to myself at the sight
of starr'd blossoms
taking hold in the green at my feet:

Elanor.

It is a good name,
a fair name.

It puts me in mind of Elves, it does.

Shadow
falls upon the ground
at my feet,
mingles with the tender beauty of ray'd flowers.


Ah, my Rosie....


Tears are in her eyes.


Tears,
but no sorrow....

only joy,

quickening,
rising like dawn
in her pink'd cheeks.

She takes my hand
and kisses me,
soft yet strong
as only my Rosie can.
 
We are to have a child.
 
Oh, Rosie.
 
 
Now
it is enough.