Fizz Pop

I drew a candy necklace
kind of love. Amused,
she smiled.

I bought pastel straws
in colors unique. With
them she painted a
masterpiece.

I littered the ground
with tangerine drops.
She loved me for it.

The quaint home we
bought had a gate
called beautiful in
the backyard.
We often lie next to it
in the cool of the night
under other-worldly
skies and watch while
big orange bubbles
skip across the atmosphere.
Their glitter lands
gently over our quaint
backyard. She whispers
just faintly enough that
I cannot hear as she
fiddles with the candy
necklace kind of love
draped around her neck.

*Points to whomever names the band clued within*

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