You are the straw to my berry and the one who smells like cherries.The dark and the light. You are the sun, and the stars. You are the apple to my pie. And the peanut butter to my jelly. However, you are not the nasty smells to a shoe, body, or feet. And, you are certainly not a snake. There is just no way you are the Devil.It is possible that you are sweet as sugar, maybe even honey, but you are not even close to being sour. And a quick look in the mirror will show that you are neither dull nor blond. It might interest you to know, speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world that i am mystic. I also happen to be the sun ray, that wakes you up in the morning and shines your day.