Our Love Is But a Temple
Our love is but a temple,
Each stone precisely placed,
And in its halls we roam,
No secrets to disgrace.
It's water clear as crystal,
Each fountain cold and blue,
Each curtain in its window,
Spun from silk for you.
This Temple is a fortress,
Ill guard it with my life.
A victim of its fury,
A descendant from mans fight.
The passage through the court yard,
Is known by you and I.
The labyrinth is a swift one,
Unseen by evils eye.
So now you've seen our castle,
And you know our love is true.
Our quest is still not over,
There's more than we must do.
We'll find ourselves the answer,
And listen to our fate.
I'll fight the demons for you,
And rid this world of hate.
Copyright © Christopher Trotter | Year Posted 2013
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