wat am i to you?

you are like a gust of wind
slaps me hard against my face
sends me cold
and shivers me out
as you penetrate into my skin
yet i feel so embraced by your warmth
so safe
so secure
in one moment,
concentrate such intensity on my small frail form
but you are a gust of wind
hit me once
then pass me by
your touch fading
then disappearing
you leave no trace behind
wat am i?
the grass that sways with your movement?
wat am i?
the bird that propels with your force?
wat am i?
the butterfly that loses control in your presence?
wat am i?
wat am i to you?
because to me,
you are perfect
even after you're gone.
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