Secret Motivation

 
Just know that I thrived to make you smile
And that I also I strived to make your laugh
Because I cried too with you in your grief
Even if my tears didn’t bring you any relief
 
But it was my belief that in sharing these emotions
I would kind of move you in some type of way
Even if I was a faceless stranger in the distance
We’d bond like little innocent children at play
 
Perhaps it was the silly rhymes I’d add in lines
To make you awe in wonder, ponder and think
So if you drink the ink to open up your mind’s eye
You would find how closely we were really linked
 
Maybe I wasn’t blessed with swiftness or quickness
But I swear I always felt the urge to slay in wordplay
Giving you the courage for you to express yourself
And maybe even help others by paving the way
 
All I wanted to do was add fire to your pen and lighter
With a fuel hotter than any ire or passion known to man
And the words would burn minds when they read them
Knowing that you heard them and that you understand
 
All I ever wished was to be the drive who stood close by
The muse that lit the fuse and gave you inspiration
So that when you see your creation you’d remember me
And I would happily be your spark…your secret motivation