High above the lands,
It stands,
Resolute and strong,
A bulwark against the wrong.
High above the lands,
It stands,
Tall and lofty,
All the lands it sees.
High above the land,
Of the heart,
Towers this spire,
Lookout made of soul fire.
The army of passion,
Try to fashion,
Armaments to besiege its gates,
But it just waits.
Indomitable and strong,
Weathering the right,
Weathering the wrong,
A lighthouse in the night.
Love sees and yet is mighty,
It is the tower,
To which the heart might flee,
Safe in Love's power.
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