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.

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