Sofia's confession

"It seams rare and strange
that I have only ever
been in love with you."
The words to me
but her eyes
in the fire.
"Why?" I asked.
I really wanted to know.
It didn't really seem that
strange to me, I mean.
The cookie just kinda crumbled
that way.
She paused for a long moment
and continued to analyze
the flames.
"I don't know" she finally said.
She was melancholy.
I was that way on certain
days too.
But today I was her
melancholy subject.
"How many people have you loved
before me?"
There it was.
"Sofia, listen to me -
I love you so much.
You're my women.
Let's go to bed."

Have respect for love
wherever it happens
whenever it happens.
It's when we hedonists
see God.