Her hair cascades onto the floor,
almost touching it.
Her eyes fixed upon the man
the man of her dreams.
His beard freshly shaven,
his hair touching his shoulders,
as his roughened hands touches
Arwen’s smooth silky skin.
This was what Aragon had dreamt of,
This was the woman he had wanted to wed.
Staring into her pale blue eyes, he kisses her
Their hearts beating the same rhythm.