Twizzy

My dear Olivia, -Liberty perches itself so eloquent on your branches' insinuation. -Aspiring to pluck such many freedoms of proliferation. -You need not subject to the tumult of commoners. -Misinterpretation be the resultant of your beauty's powers. -Bequeath unto all your blessed aptitudes, -Spiritual and physical ameliorating residues. -Such varied shades of individuality, -Each entitled to a persona of specificity. -Liquid of derivative miniature morphology. -Scented edifying grandeur beckons eulogy. -Promote vitality by effortless efforts of splendor. -Why avoid what even the gods graciously adore? -Fear that I may corrode assuages such trivia. -Yet perpetual yearning sheds for my dear Olivia.