Letter To P

I love you, to me your Priceless. You've given everything I,I no, noo. I love you, I want you and we should... Perfection is your name. I'm physically persuded. Your perfect potency provides peace, pertaining to my physiological protection. Padded in your perspectives power of P. Its phenonminal. So why you pressed by the party in my? Look, we should be playful.... Please prepare? Am I problematic for being pacified your purity? You're pleasently Pink, not pale. I'm proud of your potential. I panicked so I paced past the pain. pilot to your pillow, so pick me up from the pot and plant me in your presence. As you ponder if I'm Pharell, na it's just poetry... and your paradise.