The tales i love, the ones that fit me like a glove.

Hobbits that walk to and fro, no knowing where is adventure will go.

Apprentice teaching. rangers sneaking.

Family of girls looking to some ones bride, a man with to much pride.

Shes a princess and a bride, a man in black with something to hide.

They are a ships crew, not just a band but brothers too.

Dragons with riders, crows golden ones spies and lairs.

Slippers from a dragons lair, a maiden with golden hair.

Tale of a ring to rule them all, a dark lord that will fall.

Sounds of seven singing children, a nun who becomes a mother to them.

Unlikely heroes defending, in the end always avenging.

Not just books but movies to, and the love i feel for this tales i wish to you.

Sitting on the edge of my chair, no knowing what would be there.

Loving the story with all my heart, feeling sad as it does part.

Feeling the thrills of the story ascending, loving the happy ending.

Some might say, once the story ends it goes away.

But that is never true for in our heart, the story will never part.