A melancholy poem from Faramir to Boromir
If wishes were horses......
Could you not see it, brother?
Damnable fate, I curse thee.
Could you not see what havoc it has caused?
I wish...oh how I wish we were together again.
No madness within sight or soul.
I am glad he is gone,
but am heavy of heart when I think of you.
You would love her, brother.
My fair maiden of the plains.
She is all I have left in this weary world of our making.