Tolkien's of Love.

"This all things devours,
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers,
Gnaws Iron, bites steel,"
But that is the old deal,
Times change,
And changes estrange,
One from their old ways,
And their past days,
And I am no longer among men,
Like this riddle of Tolkien,
I love and am loved,
And I adore my beloved,
She has warmed me,
And taught my heart to be,
Kinder and softer,
Gentler and oftener,
A better, wiser, stronger man,
Who is able to, who can,
Choose to do the best,
Not just the 'right' as the rest,
But more so than this,
She has taught me to never be remiss,
In the ways I ought to go,
She has set my life aglow,
Thank you King,
For giving me this thing,
That poets call love,
A precious gift from above,
For her I would,
In all that I could,
"Slay kings, ruin town,
Beat high mountains down,'
Not because I am time,
Or because I relish in crime,
Or in destruction or violence,
That all is far from me hence,
But to provide and protect,
Her, God's daughter select!
Mi Princesa sin igual,
In character and beauty without equal.


Forgive the pun.... I was quoting one of Tolkien's Riddles here.