SECTUAL

Oh, the periphery of my heart inundates with adulation,
As I think of my one indubitable inamorato.
He is the airflow vocalizing through the grassland.
He is the pulchritude in the far-flung, awe-inspiring tillage.

My sufficing wooer, I aspire you for my own.
You put the vivacity back in my gusto.
You have an aptitude for making me ecstatic.
I surmise love when I'm with you.

Oh, my mesmeric darling,
You are the refulgence of my sentiment.
With precipitance, I stand by your side,
In my perpetual way.

This is who I am.

I now dedicate this poem to Roseanne Barr.

Dude she would roll over and suffocate you in her milf lezzy king bed

We wouldn't be in bed together sleeping, we would only be in bed together watching Alex Jones videos, and it would always be daytime.

Whoa. That's the same poem I received from a secret admirer in 2005.

So it was you all along.

IT'S. ALWAYS. BEEN. ME.