God's Gift

I was given a gift, a gift from God.
And there was no wrappings, not one bow or card.
A thing of beauty, to marvel and awe.
But so roughly cut, it seemed too raw.

Something so bright that it knows only to burn,
Yet it stole my sight that i could not turn.
To hold in my arms I could not bear,
But to part for a second brings only despair.

So blunt yet sharp, that cuts and bruise.
But nice yet smooth, that calm and soothes.
Inspires one's heart just like a muse,
With lines so coded as if it's all but a ruse.

He told not to harm it, nor take to possess,
Just to enjoy its charm, its elegance and prowess.
Something that was build never to last,
But oh, yet a gift if naught but a blast.

An unusual gift, one could not help but love,
A gift not complete, just only one halve.
All would contend, to complete the piece,
I just hope that I would suffice.