Sickly sweet

I found this poem that had nothing to do with you. It speaks of cotton candy and lollipops  and gum balls, all of the things that are sickly sweet. In mass they make my stomach turn. Maybe they like more like you than I thought.

Symphonic poem

Claps and slaps and clicks and clacks create a song, a soundtrack for us. The overture is pink and romantic, swooning and swelling. The following movements, repeatedly painful, is a symphonic poem without release. Please finish.