Never Apart

A poem for Rosie and Sam

Lovely lass beneath the heavy skies, waiting
Your heart has wandered far
High above, Eärendil's light, unfading
Your own hope sustaining the power of that star

You do not know that he thinks of you
Or if he in death lies in the dust
It matters not; your love is true
You will wait for ever, if you must

The Shire is dark, terror has come
For your family and your land you now fear
But every night you creep from your home
To whisper your wishes and shed your tears

Far away, under poisonous skies
He tries to stay wakeful so his master can doze
That bright star he sees, and he then sighs
He closes his eyes and dreams of his Rose

- Lothithil