A joy of summer youth,

Of unseen words the truth.

In happiness walking on air,

Their hearts filled with gaiety, their entwined hair.

Their affection and grief,

A dance under moonlit sky no matter how brief.

Arwen's courage set in motion,

Ethel's eternal devotion.

No fern to accompany her magic tools,

Bonds of love, they were fools.

My lonely world filled with sadness

Of their madness.

I'll let you go,

It is your goodbye, though.

I think of you,

Please think of me.