EVER A PERFECT CLAY POT?

A lump of ordinary clay
The wealth of the potter's day
A heap of the amorphous pile on the floor
The best of creativity yet to explore
Could it be ever perfect?

A smile and a giggle.
A pile of clay to be modeled
The piece of aesthetics
The potter's toil laid to all.
Like the best of decor from the goldsmith's ore.

Your worth is not in your wealth.
Addictive of love in the potter's clay
Immersed with passion in the liquid glaze
You were painted with desire undefined by deeds.
You were embellished with jeweleries, priceless.
A crack on the pot does not diminish its worth.
You are beautiful.