Melissa Poem by Lucius Furius

I loved you
from the first.

I loved you
when you were innocent and pure
and helped us with the silverware.

I loved you
when you unloosed your hair
and showed us all how beautiful you were.

I loved you
when you chose him
because he had failed and he needed you.

But most of all I loved you
that day when you ran out of Dascomb kitchen
because you couldn't stand the thought of what you'd done
and you couldn't stand the sight of him.

Everyone thought you were crazy.