Though a different shape, my form I take
From that which bends but does not break.
Two in love, or simply lust,
Doing as they feel they must.
The rhythm of a heart that beats,
The changing patterns of one's feet.
A helping hand, a bandaged knee,
A slow but sure recovery.
No clouds in sight, a gorgeous day!
A flower always bright and gay.
From trees that never lose their leaves
To dusty pollen on the breeze.
I weave a spell with just my words
Hoping that I may be heard.
The sound of water's like a balm,
A flowing sense of peace and calm.
What makes you, you? What makes me, me?
The thing we are, but cannot see.
I have changed throughout the years.
I have seen my share of tears.
But I still shine on, you see,
Tell me now, who might I be?
Aside from the first and last stanzas, each stanza leads is a clue for a different word, these words together with the first and last stanzas should lead you to the answer