Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Dec 8, 2003 20:41:35 GMT -5
I heard of a story,
of and elf and a man,
who fell in love,
hand in hand,
she gave it all up,
to get what she longed,
for it is all told in an old elvish song.
But as they passed and centuries went by,
there came another,
to follow in long tread footsteps,
said to have the same likeness of an old maiden fair,
with the same love and devotion,
the same colored hair,
and so she walked in her shadow,
and gave it all up,
and now she stays,
as the ships sails off,
her heart remains here,
Never leaving,
doomed to die,
she made up her choice,
For I have made mine.
of and elf and a man,
who fell in love,
hand in hand,
she gave it all up,
to get what she longed,
for it is all told in an old elvish song.
But as they passed and centuries went by,
there came another,
to follow in long tread footsteps,
said to have the same likeness of an old maiden fair,
with the same love and devotion,
the same colored hair,
and so she walked in her shadow,
and gave it all up,
and now she stays,
as the ships sails off,
her heart remains here,
Never leaving,
doomed to die,
she made up her choice,
For I have made mine.
