True Love

When I turned 3 I had a thumping in my head that came from Thor smashing his mighty hammer against the walls of my cranium
When I was 3 my heart beat a at faster pace as if it was trying to escape my chest
When I was 3 I realized if I didn't die from this, it was love that I was feeling
and the culprit was skittles
She tasted like heaven, looked like sunshine, smelled like greatness but she was little
She made me run away from soda, reject chocolate, and leave chewing gum
She gave me the best life experiences, damn it she is fun
What made her so special that I needed her in my life
Maybe because she is 50% flavor and 50% sweet 100% mine and deliciously tasty
I think she must have been made up of drugs because every taste made me high
She keep my day going like Pharycde passin' me by
It was like a blast of rainbow inside every  circular treat
She made my black face blush and my bitter my sweet
Skittles I love you, marry me.