Born as lumps of clay, we sought another of the same substance;
Two Hearts, blended blood, dreams crisscrossed together;
Then it mattered only what shape and vague similarities we possessed..
Vessels unformed, un-tempered, no inner-soul vision yet appeared..
No concious control of the fire-forming process,
Flaws and fineness mixed in the same oven of time..
Revealing gestures unlocking the golden in-lights of the soul;
Two hearts welded as one, satisfying loves hungry longing..
Never thought out, never planned, but nonetheless woven together,
Hiding the flaws of the heat process momentarily, forever;
Matching the hearts perfection, one in the other,
Enveloping each souls desire for one of the same..
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