Creamy, soft, sweet.

Moldable but crisp.

Colorful like old fashioned salt water taffy sold by the barrel.

Orderly like candy buttons peeled off paper by the teeth.

That is what I want to be.

A pleasure to the senses.

A treat for the mind.

Everything that you crave.

Just never consume me.

Never leave me hollow.

Drained of all essence like the syrup in those wax candy bottles.

I may be yours, but I am also mine.

Not sold by a price.

Love not sold in bulk.

All I ask is you try to be the same for me.

An exchange of flavor and colors.

Equally exchanged so neither runs dry.

Delighted in a timeless way.

I just want to remain sweet for you.