A castle built upon lonely sands,
Will be washed upon the rocks.
But one built on the rock,
Will stand many a year,
and remain when we are gone.

For who will remember a castle of sand, when the builders are no more.
Time is an ocean gently flowing to our shore,
It brings both sand and stone.
Circumstance and desire shall hold sand, but nothing more.
That which will last will not stand alone.
More must it have.

A million pebbles from different shores,
At first glance they will not fit,
Placed a little at a time,
One pebble, then some more,
Perpetually growing, a little at a time.
Into a shape beyond our dreams
Held in place with mortar, with Love.

From the moment our paths crossed we started to build,
Though it is yet to take shape,
I can feel it's form in my heart.
And know that'll last far longer than you or I.