You are the ringing bells in my ears,
     A whispered inside-joke that no-one else hears.

You are the fleeting scent on my clothes,
     You are a daisy and a light pink rose.

You are the rising sun in LA,
      Eye-candy, for me, with each bright ray.

You are a smooth spot on a bumpy path,
    The bubbles in-between my fingers in a nice, warm bath.

You are a sour candy still classified as a sweet,
    
     I'm certain you'll be the greatest person I'll ever meet.