Women in love

Love is like this winding river, specified as Narew, which has many branches, spells, meanders, shoals, depths, beards, in the sense of specified overgrown shores has, and most of all small. That's what love is. Like Narew. I found specified an entry on the Internet: Not to brag, but I fell in love with 2 women, just like that. Just a conversation. They're both married. What do I do?