Kissing in basilicas

Jake took me to Rome for my birthday. We kissed in countless basilicas and were awe inspired by the power of the Roman Empire and the Vatican Empire. But it left me cold (and it was freezing!!!!) The Vatican was an altar to power , might , money, greed and fear. Love? Where? I couldn't discern it. Not easily found. But in the very last basilica we kissed in, I looked up into the top as usual. Each basilica has a telescopic array of domes stretching up to the sky- when you look up at them, you can see God looking down at you- 'Gods' with flowing beardsand fearsome eyes. This time I saw God again but a surprise awaited me. This 'God' was waving down at me. I shrieked. At last, God with a sense of humour! I laughed myself silly and waved back. Then I kissed Jake again, with even more passion than before!