Post by anirbas on May 15, 2007 11:10:20 GMT -6
Fret not, my heart's ease. Nor feel guilty.
Twas not your decision. Twas, instead, mine.
Happily, I bequethed my immortality.
Nay, nay, not compulsively. Willingly.
That I could troth my undying love,
to thee, my heart's desire.
In this lifetime, this dimension,
we could yet, together share.
Here, where my breath mingles with yours.
In reality, not a fantasy.
I could not leave thee, I tell you!
For my Elvish spirit was perishing,
pining for your corporeal precense!
My soul heavy with trepidation,
at my father ordained, coming voyage.
Twas not impulse, this mortal detemination,
I made, not you. For without, Aragorn-
there is no self, no me, no Arwen.
Only endless desolation for untold ages, to come;
as I lived forever, painfully, in a magical world,
I could no longer feel or touch,
where you were but a shade.
Joyously, I intertwine, with yours, my destiny.
Peacefully, with a light heart, I interlaced
my fingers in yours, in our blessed troth.
Prithee, question not, nor slur my judgement,
with needless worry, in this matter, evermore.
This eventide or the morrow.
For you, for me, there should be no futher sorrow.
~Sabrina.
*inspired by a character created from the fertile womb
of the creative mind of Tolkien*
Twas not your decision. Twas, instead, mine.
Happily, I bequethed my immortality.
Nay, nay, not compulsively. Willingly.
That I could troth my undying love,
to thee, my heart's desire.
In this lifetime, this dimension,
we could yet, together share.
Here, where my breath mingles with yours.
In reality, not a fantasy.
I could not leave thee, I tell you!
For my Elvish spirit was perishing,
pining for your corporeal precense!
My soul heavy with trepidation,
at my father ordained, coming voyage.
Twas not impulse, this mortal detemination,
I made, not you. For without, Aragorn-
there is no self, no me, no Arwen.
Only endless desolation for untold ages, to come;
as I lived forever, painfully, in a magical world,
I could no longer feel or touch,
where you were but a shade.
Joyously, I intertwine, with yours, my destiny.
Peacefully, with a light heart, I interlaced
my fingers in yours, in our blessed troth.
Prithee, question not, nor slur my judgement,
with needless worry, in this matter, evermore.
This eventide or the morrow.
For you, for me, there should be no futher sorrow.
~Sabrina.
*inspired by a character created from the fertile womb
of the creative mind of Tolkien*
