He desires to help those
Less fortunate than he.
He loves animals, flowers,
The forests, and every tree.
He is tall, beautiful,
Pure-hearted, and fair.
He fights only for justice,
But most people say to me, “He’s not there.”
But deep down in my heart,
I know there’s a place
Where Legolas does dwell
And it is there that I see his face.
His elven eyes staring back at me,
His smile placing me under a spell,
His golden hair shining under the sunlight,
His tales no one else can tell.
As I continue to stare at him,
I begin to lose my breath,
My knees become so weak,
And my heart pounds rapidly against my chest.
Is this but a dream?
It all seems so real.
It’s like he is right here with me,
For his touch I can feel.
His life is shrouded in mystery,
But I knew one thing from the start.
Not only is he beautiful,
But indeed so pure of heart.
You have showed me so much.
Explain this, I cannot,
But one thing is for sure.
Forget you, Legolas, I shall not.