Found this while patrolling my old Facebook posts: Figured, it’s Wednesday, why not post it.
She is the soil beneath my cornerstone.
Since I met her,
My life has been built one stone at a time,
Stretching to each of the four horizons,
Ever really having one purpose,
To encircle her with my love,
To defend those walls,
With all the strength I can muster,
Oak timbers and iron nails,
Granite vaults and Ancient Flagstones,
Neither Man’s Steel nor Dragon’s Fire,
Can breach these ramparts.