I once read a poem,

In Spanish, no less,

That roughly went...

"Te vi follar y fallar

Y no se cuando te quise más,

Cuando te proclamabas Diosa,

O destruida admitíste ser humana."

Now, I’ve never claimed myself to be a Goddess,

Not even in the midst of a good fuck,

But that you would love me

In the throws of my self made destruction,

Speaks volumes of human love,

And perhaps of more than a little luck.

Because maybe, I am simply lucky,

Or blessed by some God up above,

But I doubt I will ever not be awestruck

by the immense show of human nature,

That it is, when you call me love.

Next Chapter: Sometimes: Reprise