Arnhard, my heart sings at the sight of your grin,
With laughter that sparkles like sunlight within.
Your tangled tresses, the color of flame,
A beacon of warmth, igniting my heart.
Oh, how the Shire whispers our tales in the breeze,
With every sweet flower that bends ‘neath the trees.
I gather my courage, though my cheeks are aglow,
For words tangled up, bloom like blossoms, you know.
"Dear Arnhard," I start, with a quiver of breath,
"My heart's full of secrets — oh, what if it’s death?
To tell you my feelings, to lay them all bare,
For you are the light in my world, oh so rare."
"In Hobbiton’s fields, where the green grass will sway,
Each moment with you is a bright, sunny day.
Your laughter, so sweet, has me dreaming awake,
With every warm whisper, my heart starts to break."
"I love how you dance with the fireflies’ glow,
How you chase ‘round the hills, where the soft breezes blow.
Your ginger hair sparkles like autumn’s own flame,
I’m glad you’re the same in a world full of wonders."
"So take my heart gently, and hold it so near,
Together, dear Arnhard, we’ll conquer our fear.
In this Shire of dreams, as the moon lights our way,
With you by my side, I will never stray."
