I love

I love the way others fall in love
and take pictures of each other
standing in front of comically benign objects
and yet treasure the moments for eternity

I love the way others see the world
through rose-coloured lenses
even on cloudy, overcast days out in the prairie
senseless to the drought of emotion in the rest of humanity

I love the way others cherish their time spent
holding glances of each other in their minds as gold
moving from city to place to town with nothing but happiness
only because they are attached to another.

I love the way others celebrate their own lives
through the joys, sadnesses and gleeful moments
one can only experience through that delicious taste of life
called love.