Love's Shaping

Your words flow like the rivers of grace,

Weaving a tapestry of love's embrace.

The fingertips of the Divine, so tender and true,

Caress my yearning heart, shaping it anew.

In their touch, I feel the pulse of creation,

A dance of dreams and divine inspiration.

For love is not merely a seeker's desire,

But a sacred sculptor, igniting the fire.

Within its gentle sculpting, worlds come to life,

Emerging from the depths of cosmic strife.

The formless takes form, the unseen made seen,

As love's fingertips work, ever serene.

O seeker, let your soul be the canvas unfurled,

Where love's masterpiece shall blossom and unfold.

For in this sacred union, the self transcends,

Reborn into the wonder that love portends.