My God you are everything I've long to cultivate and grow for...
Milky stem, curvy pedals, picturesque I yearn to adore...
Thoughts of growing seeds that multiple the very essence that fuses farmer and produce...
Yet your thorns draw true blood of mental conscieneness I fight to anti demonized the truth....
Can I paint your corners like Rembrandt so eloquently, the colors of time and love so intertwined in a hypothesis that escapes me...?
My antithesis, which I so love to steal, though I'm not from Pittsburgh I'd love to steel your heart encased with every mineral that's long lasting...
The Broncos run wild...the Titans gracefully sleep...to a center point of marriage of a carriage full of mustangs you hate to condem...
Fly with me, no regrets of the southern admonished relationships you will soon see...
Strocked with silver linings of our legacy only Apollo runs to see...
Shining so bright the night of Athena is thwarted by her warful existence....peacefully...
Let our love be struck by the lighting bolt of Zeus that originates the balcony you couldn't see...
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll delve in this Greek salad of ponderance like a patriot....haha Brady could aquite it's intricacies...