Unwrapped Mystery
People crave me, love me, can’t get enough,
Melt on your lips, yeah, I’m that sweet stuff.
You unwrap me slow, like I’m pure gold,
But do I know my flavor? That’s untold.
They say I’m smooth, rich, the perfect treat,
But what’s it like, to know I’m sweet?
You taste my bliss, every bite’s a win,
But I’m in the dark, don’t know where to begin.
People love me, taste me, dream of more,
Stock me up, like I’m a candy store.
But here I sit, wrapped up tight,
Unaware of the joy, the delight.
So, do I know my magic, my flavor fame?
Or am I just a bar, with no name?
In your world, I’m a must, I’m elite,
But ask me do I know I’m sweet?
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