What interests me is the precious life you’ve dreamed of,
that became a sacred place and made your heart soft,
nestling warmth and care in every inch of your space,
decorated with the love you have shaped.
What interests me is the way you show up in all that you wear,
and act from the richness you have grown to share,
in the work where your love lives, fueling your passion,
motivating your people to find purpose in their actions.
What interests me is that what you have earned can inspire others
to yearn for all they dream to uncover,
the things they can hold, or the places they can seek,
none of it ever beyond their reach.
What also interests me is the smile you give yourself in the mirror
that burns to quiet tears appearing in shadow,
echoing in the quiet voice as you sing,
longing for the loneliness you’re diving in.
What also interests me is the way you act when you’re comfy,
the dance you do when you feel a little crazy,
the secret place you go, up and down to find calm,
just to breathe in the colors of sunset’s charm.
What also interests me is the story of rain that could not stop your pace,
of the face that once made you lose your grace,
and the love you gave but never got returned,
and the one who loved you but you could not love in turn.
My interest is in all the ups and downs of your life,
in your hidden fears and fondest dreams at night,
in the trust you lost and the truths that remain,
in everything you have carried through all that you have gained.
My interest is in the pretty face and body of yours,
and the light that lives within that grace,
and the beats in all the way your heart sings,
in all your perfection, in all your being.
My interest lies in my own wonder of power:
if I can truly love, give, savor whole ever or never,
while I’m in my love as a lover of life,
my interest is in you, as the greatest fan of your life.
