Wrapped! Grid Iron with Medallion

How a simple text message can lead to encouragement, I am a sculptor—an artist that lives to decipher what I perceive. The crux is that I manage to treasure the complex, Enhancing the sublime by keeping my mouth shut... so I thought. The awe of the chance meeting. She, the motivator of this assemblage of harmonizing words, Her girlish figure and smile a façade that swathes wit and humor. Intellect that fires my every thought, Lithe words warm my innermost chambers. This text, which calls for congruent, expressive, soulful writing, Has caressed the dance of fingers over ebony keys. Composition has become a cinch, conquering the fear of dismemberment, Only to realize that this depth is the precipice. I sense that this immensity will scratch the spoilt— A ride that will grip the fervor of the discovery of the unmistakable me. Grid iron, with a medallion, Signed, sealed, and legal.