Nothing quite so poetic. 
More of a blacksmiths anvil. No ornament, plain, blunt, utilitarian. One single block of solid incorruptible matter. Hard, unyielding, impermeable, shedding white hot metal and hammer blows with practised ease. From it come the everyday things of iron and steel. Nothing fancy mind you, just workaday items for farm, factory and domestic use.
If love is a horseshoe or a spade then I am that.