In England's antique store, they roamed,
A couple whose love had sweetly grown.
For twenty-five years, side by side,
They sought treasures, their hearts opened wide.
Amongst the pottery and cups so fine,
A tea-cup caught their eyes, divine.
Its beauty unmatched, they both agreed,
"May we see that?" They gently pleaded.
As the lady handed them the cup,
A voice emerged, like secrets erupt.
"You don't understand," the tea-cup cried,
"I once was clay, with dreams denied."
The master's hands, relentless, pressed,
Rolled and pounded, the clay distressed.
"I don't like this! Let me be!" it cried,
But the master smiled, and softly replied.
"Not yet," he said, as the wheel spun fast,
The cup protested, the ride aghast.
"I'm dizzy, sick," it begged in pain,
But the master's touch would not refrain.
Once molded, the kiln's fierce blaze it faced,
Desperate pleas, the cup embraced.
"Help! Get me out! This heat I dread!"
Yet, the master's words were calmly said.
"Not yet," he whispered, as patience grew,
A transformation only he knew.
Out of the fire, on the shelf it cooled,
Relieved, it thought the pain was ruled.
But then, the master returned with care,
Painted and brushed, the cup aware.
The fumes were harsh, it gasped and sighed,
"Please stop this torment!" it cried.
"Not yet," the master's voice was firm,
Another trial, another burn.
Into the oven, hotter it became,
The cup believed it was to blame.
"I'll never make it, I can't survive,"
In anguish, it thought it wouldn't thrive.
But once again, the door swung wide,
The master's touch, a loving guide.
He handed a mirror to the weary cup,
"Look at yourself," he said, "look up."
In awe, the cup saw what had transpired,
A beauty untamed, a soul inspired.
"It couldn't be me, this can't be true,
This newfound beauty, it can't be you."
But the master smiled, his love displayed,
"I made you strong, no longer afraid.
"I know it hurt, my hands so tough,
But without those trials, life's not enough.
Each challenge faced, you've grown and bloomed,
A finished product, your destiny assumed.
"I had a vision, a purpose, you see,
To shape you into what you'd be.
Now, you're beautiful, full of grace,
A masterpiece, love's sweet embrace."
In the antique store, their hearts did swell,
For the cup's tale, they knew so well.
They understood the lessons profound,
That love endures, through trials unbound.
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