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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