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It is I

that invisible form with light colored tones,

unseen to the human eye,

yet a child can blow my cover



it is I,

the smooth whistling wind,

slowly as Moses did the waters

open the curtains of your window,



it is I

the voice near your ear,

uttering words of temptations,

illusion,



it is I,

the feeling that moves your body structure,

that feeling you feel  running  through your skin,

as water,

smoothly, firmly,



it is I

that contact on your lips,

lowering its contact to your neck,

ending on your hips,

as your bed sheet

I keep you warm and free from any fears,



it is I

the form opening your heart,

hands touching your chest,

tissue slowly remove,

removing your  barriers,

resting,

laying my head hearing the tunes of your heart,

while I follow up with a sweet harp,

holding you on arms,



it is I,

the creator and personal guide

to the stars and above,

enchanting forests,

long ocean walks,



it is I

a form visible to you,

a form offering a heart for you to keep,



it is I

your substance to revive your heart every beat,

it is I