What Am I
You do not know me.
How do you know that I am man or woman?
Who is to say that I am human
Or even alive?
Maybe I am the wind that blows
Ever so softly through your hair
And caresses your gorgeous, tender body
As you walk down the street
Or Maybe I am the night
Dark and mysterious
Waiting for the sun to fall
So that you may dance
In my shadow realm
Or maybe I am your mirror
Which you gaze into everyday
Wishing that you were something
More than what you see
But what the mirror knows
Is that you already are
More beautiful, brilliant, and amazing
Than anyone on this entire planet
And in watching such a vision
Of perfection staring in to my soul
What mirror could help but be
Utterly enraptured and fall
Desperately in love with you
I know I cannot
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