Posted by: Peadar Ban | January 8, 2010

Mine Of Love

You are my gift.  All you have
Mine, not your self’s slave,
One note on creation’s stave.
Do no harm to what I have made.

What matter if the temple burns?
I am Lord and still control
All that is, even flame,
Temple, mountain or dressed stone.

Let some enemy destroy
What you have built. It is not me.
Day will come when I appear.
They will see and they will fear

Their pride and desolation.
See you master self. Control,
Protect from apprehension
What I have built; your soul

Not made of things that will decay
In flame which never can abate.
It will burn as it will be
With mine of love or yours of hate

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