An Ode to the Lady Anglarien - from a secret admirer

In all the tales of all the years Never since has one appeared Her beauty alone will bring a tear The lady Anglarien. Modest of virtue and fair of face She moves with all the Eldar’s grace Ne’er in my heart would one replace The dear Anglarien. But that fair tongue doth have a sting And to my surprise her legs would swing Around the pole while crowds did sing Oh my, Anglarien! But that just made my heart grow fonder And as I sit I see her yonder Oh, I cannot help but ponder Be mine, Anglarien? I do not mind your easy ways And would love to pass my days Watching as your hips do sway Dance, Anglarien! But alas her love is not for me For with it she must always be Allowed to spread it far and free From Bree to Lorien! A light in the dark, for all to see Our noblest hope it lies in she A paragon of virtuosity The angel Anglarien!