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