Grant us Clay!
To sculpt our love
beneath the cloud’s
For who’s to say what form’s preferred.
To those without
the artist’s brush
Might craft a tale from a different field.
Imagining our partners,
a hilarious sight
More like a boot!
With strokes of colors
blend and stories bend.
But where shadows play,
no need for perfect hue.
The heart of love
rings true.
