You are stunniful , ever so gorgeouful, always and forever so kissaful and incredimaculate and spectaculate.
All thy days shall you be risen from disgrace, and from parasites that pinch holes in your heart with their mandibles,
all I think about is all of the days you spent praying on your knees for me like a mantis, concerned with my well being and my feedings, you knew some days that I wasn't eating,
but I'm still here, alive and well, very healthy and still breathing, I can't chance this, I cashed in, powerball's lucky 5 numbers don't have nothing on this,
can't crash this, this is not an economy but an eternity.
It's spiritual, not a carnal thing, just a freestyle of a poet's language spoken by a King. King Qadar Dwon'