Like sugar upon a block, molded in its form -
Your hands caress and shape me,
In a new way I transform.
With a gentle touch and careful eye,
You bring out the beauty deep inside.

A master sculptor, skilled and wise,
You see the potential in my disguise.
As you work your magic, I start to see
The person I was always meant to be.

You smooth away my rough edges,
Polish me until I shine -
In your hands, I find my purpose,
In your eyes, I see the divine.

Every stroke, every line,
Tells a story, so sublime.
A masterpiece in the making,
From the clay of my own mind.

Like sugar upon a block, molded in its form -
Your hands have given me new life,
And for that, I am forever transformed.


© Words Of Anthrax
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