Architect of love:

Architect of love Rarest is never weary but zealous With the life of a roman army muscular, i am secure His presence, a powerful roman statute His morals, of a god True love You are precious, heavy You carry no burdens But love Standing before me Marcus Aurelius Prevailing power Such knowledge Such grace, kindness Such respect and responsibility He is your sculptor, but You are my sculpture of love A heavy god Feet and hands of stone Statute of philosophy does not break in the wind Strength prevailing the hand that led the army with the courage of a thousand men And feet stone He who wears Calige upon the land I love you once more Never to embrace Water i would steal from the king and bathe your fingers of stone You are my statute of worship Realistic You are Renaissance You are ancient Architect of love Wisdom, gold arches filled with roses rose petals, Renaissance embrace As I kneel before your eyes divine Lips of stone He who holds such a powerful presence You are significant More loved inside the coffin