The potters hands and Clay hearts

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 ....