Som'lorea

I bend, but never fold, 
Love light, but am not cold; 
My shape, it is so rare, 
Though not of pompous air. 

I'm best when I'm kept clean; 
I must be quite pristine– 
I'm bored, I must confess; 
It's time to give a guess. 

So, try and try, again; 
Three times, and it's a win!