Potters Hand

Please my darling,don`t

ever tell me goodbye.



My heart would break,

my soul would cry.



They`ll never be another

your all that i need.



I`m in love with you

can`t you see,my heart

is in your hands.



My every thought is at

your command.



When i gaze into your

eyes,my heart is paralized.



You see i am but clay

in the potters hand.



So when you spin your

wheel ,do it with care.



For a broken heart is

hard to repair.



It takes a special

potter,don`t you see.



To repair the broken

heart with in me...

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Becca's picture

I like the whole theme of this poem. Makes it different than the rest.