Graceful as a gazelle in full stride But as free flowing as jellyfish Feathering through the currents fingers trickling An ashen mass to be dipped in crimson The potters innovation A pre determined thought and a *** of clay Intricacies , emotions , endurance And then a name Not for the torso to which it will eternally reside But for the hands if the person it eternally belongs. Etched into the surface By the hands of the creator My heart now , it bares your name. Planted within me , breathed it into life. Handed to an angel, and sent to earth , So he can get to work , on yours ... The potters hand , and " our " clay hearts I love you ....