The foundry of my heart could notBend your steel willI tried so hardAttacked with hammers of laughterAnd tongs of witUpon an anvil of friendshipTrying so hard to change youTo mold youTo the perfect shapes and curves that my eyes see,To the divinity that my mind imaginesRefusing to see your imperfections,The humanity of your voiceMy God,To love a shadow hurts so muchBut by God,It’s what makes you so beautiful,My love. Just a poem I wrote for a poetry competition for school. The given themes were Fact/Imagination, Shapes and Forms or Urban Voices. Not too sure which it fits in.C&C?