Dynasty on a hill, show me thine glory, I pray thee will.
Sit on your throne of glory unknown, and trouble no heart for mine you do own.
The love that I feel is stronger then most, so I tread not to boast.
For my love lands in the purest of hands, and safe it shall stay and never will sway.
My love keeps me though all danger seeks me. I am told that love is blind, so I say love is kind, to look away from mortal flaws instead of baring those vindictive claws. This is the love that mine lover has shown me, yet mine lover has yet to know me. The peace that I feel is greater yet still, that one day the Lord may atone me. I love thee oh great and beautiful star oh the dynasty of mine heart. Hold me and mold me to thine holy shine and give me the time to love thee.
