You’re that random page I turn to when I open a book.
The taste of you hangs in the roof my mouth.
The way eating taffy is a game in itself.
Dancing around leaving a sweet taste in the corners of my memories.
Comparing you to candy is easy; You’re just enough of everything that I want.
A Perfect Blend.
Not wanting to put the bowl down as the colors of your personality lay before me.
I fancy the color red and just like the color, you’ve caught my attention.
The only shade that I see is yours.