like planted hearts in the great Sun
of Love so long (as two fair trees
in woodland or in open dale
stand utterly entwined and breathe
the airs and suck the very light
together) that we have become
as one, deep rooted in the soil
of Life and tangled in the sweet growth.
-J.R.R. Tolkien on his wife, Edith
He called her "his Luthien", which, if you have read The Silmarillion, says it all (he wrote an epic poem about two lovers, Luthien and Beren). They met when she and Tolkien were 19 (as she is in the photo above) and began a courtship when they turned 21. She was his muse. I would love to know more about her; to be muse to the writer of The Lord of the Rings is, to me, evidence of a great love.
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