Virtuous Pie(New Orleans style)

I really don't mind, it's mine, I'll treasure that forever, some peach cobbler virtuous pie.

  Virtuous smiles, perpetual bonds, intellectual mind, steamy closed door times, all fast forwards on you, just so that I can rewind.

  Put you back in the oven, re-love you and re- stuff you, marinate you, and always discuss you. I trust you, baby getting all golden and excited, look how good that crust look.

  But look what's in it, a Proverbs 31 filling, so I'm forever digging and licking until the pan is empty.

  I still have plenty of ingredients, meekness and obedience, sweet spirit and a consciousness of reasoning, that's an appetite for achievements and awards, culinary honors and rewards.

  I love baking my favorite pie, anything else would be harmful to my stomach and my spirit, no other germs can enter into my kitchen without me killing it. Qadar Dwon'