Yes, love may raise such mighty monuments,
while hate shall wage its worst to wear them hence:
how bricks were shaped and placed will long decide
if your palace outlasts centuries or falls
as forces cross the moat to storm your walls.
If truth was not your mortar there, collapse
is but a gust away; and now, perhaps,
some questions' strength: is this love, in fact,
and can it reaffirm, prevail intact?
When stones and fates, with nature's rage, collide,
can marble matter, shatter, save its shine?
Shall flowered pillars stand, as you design?
One thousand years: do ruins scatter here,
or does your edifice persist, sincere?