West of the Moon
A Tolkien Fanfiction Archive
Parting is not the end.
It is not true I missed you
not at all,
And neither is it true I did not weep.
'Twould be a lie to say I shunned your call
Or that you were not with me in my sleep.
But then again, 'tis false to
say I pined,
Forsaking all who loved me, in my grief.
For sorrow wounds, but love will always find
A way to spend itself in lost relief.
They say that love once lost
can be forgot
And sweet forgetting shall its spell o'ercast.
But I say 'tis a lie, one too dear bought
That sets at naught the bond of loving past.
For though 'tis light, the
thread that spans the sea,
Its strength shall weave the road 'twixt you and me.