Pierre Robert

Cher Pierre,

I'm terribly sorry it has taken me so long to express my love for you. My mind has been elsewhere and I now realize the error of my judgement.

When I first saw you, you looked like all the others. You had no distinguishing marks, your dress was unoriginal, you didn't even smell pungent. Why should I have paid any attention?

I let you wait, day after day, which only allowed you to age that much more delicately. You were patient and kind. You did not sour, you did not grow bitter. Then finally, on a lonely night, I thought of you. Yes, the time was now. I needed you.

I held you for a moment and admired your creamy flesh beneath your wrap. Then I slowly undressed you, careful to keep your shape intact.

At first, I was too distracted to notice how incredible you were. So I tuned out the rest of the world and focused all my attention on your taste, texture and decadence.

It is hard to put into words the excellence that you were. Your masterfully subtle scent allowed the magnificence of your texture to reign. Buttery like no butter could be. Creamy like no cream could dream of. A veritable taste bud's fantasy.

There should be a new name for something like you. For you are so much more than cheese. You began as a simple thank you gift from my husband, but became the love of my night.

Forever Yours,
Me