THANK THEE

Behold, from the deepest crevices of mine heart from the rooms where words are too timid to tread. I issue no usury but a franchise of a tone of acient might.Thank thee... Aye and not just a debonair but a souvenir of your explicit works.Nay, but with the melodies of 1000 trombones and the camaraderie of saints on golden oboes.Thou have done for me what emperors have failed to do.What wizards consider an enigma. When my own relatives refused. When I ask for a ride, I am indebted to thee for though are as uncommon as a noble black smith.As enticing as a terpischorean.As faithful as Rafiki serving Mufasa. Let the eagle sing thy praise, and should I ever rise to glory.Thou shall ride beside me on a golden giraffe drapped in ecstacy into destiny itself.