Pot Of Love

I am the vessel of love, crafted by the divine, My heart shines like gold, overflowing with love's pure design. A pot of unadulterated love, free from pretence or guile, A king of hearts, radiating love that transcends the mundane trial. Though often mishandled, misused, and cast aside, This pot refills itself, replenished by heaven's tide. Despite being misinterpreted, mistreated, and misunderstood, Love's purity prevails, too good to be tamed or withstood. The pot may be dropped, but it rises anew, Cut, yet it regrows; misused, yet remains forever true. For love conquers all, unfazed by adversity's test, The pot of love stands resilient, forever at its best. This love knows no bounds, transcending borders, boundaries, and limits wide, A boundless, selfless love that forever abides. I am the pot of love, a vessel of pure, unconditional love, Forever pouring out, forever overflowing from above.