Sugar

"And I stayed there watching her, and my ears heard his music and my mouth tasted his soul, and it was sweet. Sweet as the sunshine hitting the soft velvet of my bed.
And in those seconds I imagine all my life with her, and was completely sweet.
Since that time, every day of the week I go to the same street corner to look for her with my eyes that still had her beautiful image projected over my retina.
But I didn't find her again. And I didn't feel sweet any more."

Usually I tend to put phrases on my drawings, but as I write in Spanish I decided to leave for the description.