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Who Am I?

Who am I in this immense, immeasurable world?

Do I belong with you standing here?

 

Am I the breath before we kiss,

the whisper in your ear?

 

Am I the rain drumming on your skin,

the sun warming your face?

 

Am I the solid ground beneath your feet,

the one that time won’t erase?

 

Am I your garden full of roses,

the embrace of the summer wind?

 

Am I the snow blanketing the field,

the place where longing ends?

 

Am I the answer to your prayers,

the soothing calm erasing your fears?

 

Am I the face in your mind each morning,

the one that draws you near?

 

Let go of rationality,

just listen to your beating heart.

 

I am the peace that you have been searching for,

I am the place that love can start.