Sculptor

My heart is like
an unformed
lump
in the hands
of a sculptor-
you.
Who with love
can transform it
into a thing
of beauty
to be cherished
and admired...
Or-
carelessly
with one misplaced
strike
of mallet and chisel
shatter
it all
beyond repair.

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