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.