Bearing

I never did pay very much attention
To anything that didn't interest me.
In that context, of course, I ought to mention
How very few things that turned out to be.
I seek out interest where it can be found,
Hidden away in everything in view;
I see it in the sea, the sky, the ground,
The world around me - most of all in you.
You draw my eyes and mind in equal measure
And make me stop and stare and turn to think;
Contemplating you brings constant pleasure,
Even if you simply sit and blink.
Thank you for being you - for being so
You take my interest and make it grow.