What interest me …

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 into 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
are the stories of rains
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