Duchess of the Shire

Oh Luthien, your words delight,

Though that is not your given name.

A Friendship or is more in sight?

Of one, lies your apparent claim. 

I do not wish offence on you,

For gratitude is what I bear. 

A riddle is for some more true

Than certain truths they have to share.


Poetry is not my forte,
For you I'll make an exception.
I will play your games, your rules, nay
You are now my inspiration.

D. S.