What They Love

What they love is endless parties, senoritas, and margaritas.

What they love is the chatter of a tuner the crack of dawn, and sunrises over the oceans. What they love is the Aurora Borealis, the northern lights, and rock n roll.

What they love is what you love.

What they love is endless chats in the dark under a moonlit sky.

What they love is television cartoons flowers and prairie dogs.

What they love is everything and nothing.

What they love is the astonishing marvels of peter pan.

What they love is the sky on a hot summer day.

What they love is wind blowing through the trees howling as if to warn you.

What they love is spending eternity together.

What they love is spending their lives alone.

What they love is the rain on their skin as the clouds over head spread amongst the sky like a virus.

Who are they?

They are us, it's what we love, not what they love. Now go spread the word about what they love. We are the ones who love and let love, it's our decision and everyone of us is different yet the same. We all love different things yet ask the question, What they love. What they love is what we love and it isn't. What they love is the eternal question.

What they love is the fact that they love something.

They love that we aren't there, they love that we are near, that we are far, and that anything can happen.

They love the way minds span across galaxies, and the Stargates take us to new worlds. They love the entertainment of reading something like this

They love to curse at this, they love every thing we love, and they love nothing we love. Because, they are us and we are they, when you speak of they you speak of everyone, but yourself and so they are us.