I Am.... Poem by zarina binda

I am not to be touched,
I am not to be seen,
I have no permanent form,
And I am not obscene.

I am the most wanted,
I am men’s desire,
I am a mystery,
Discussed during choir.

I’m not the one to blame.
I am not responsibility for men’s faults.
I do not hate you.
And I don’t hold it against you.

In me there is love,
For some perhaps salvation.
I am a symbol,
From men’s creation.

I am not a figment.
I am a source of strength,
And I am immortal,
No matter time its length.

I am