Illusion 1

Try to guess... If you get it right...Well, I may have made it easy for you. But next time, trust me...It's going to be harder!

ooh, how i love you!
you're constant, yet fun and ever true.
your 'voice' so qualitable and refined, 
you're sweet than all the chinese combined, 
you're never monotonous.
i bet if you were to compete with one from india, you'd still emerge victorious.

your shape; in my hands, you feel flawless,
your texture, i love it; your smoothness. 
i know that some chinese are thicker than you, but none of them can do like you do, what you do.

i love it when i slide you over... agghhh! and then back. like i can keep doing it forever.
but if i did, i'd positively kill you.
i can never do that to you. you're too cool.

i love you cuz i can touch you all over and you never resist. always receptive, though sometimes your responses are somewhat negative, 
but that's usually my fault.
i admit, sometimes, even i know that you work a lot.

i can make you do more than one thing at once;
you sing to me, and show me what people are 'saying', in one instance.

i love you because you never change your mood, you're always moodless, but whenever i'm low, you make me feel good,
with the many things you do,
ooh... how i love you!

you are never jealous. 
you enable me talk even to the girls that come between us, 
the ones that later break my heart,
the girls who don't care and brazenly tear me apart.
but when it's broken, you let me manipulate you 
so i can make myself better and find another girl that will break my heart too.

sometimes you go low, i hate that, but you're never abrupt so you warn me in time,
such a precious, i wonder why abandoning you isn't a crime.
but then again, i can always bring you back up.
i'm always commanding you. but you never do a thing on your own, thus i'll never stop.

you let me give you to my friends and you serve then just as you do me, 
no matter how many, small, big or rough they may be.

you wake me up in the morning so i'm never late for work or school, 
but when i get my money, i never spent a dime on you.

how sweet you are, i wonder why you came at a price.
but anyways, to me you're priceless, worth a grand sacrifice,
a thing i know i'll never do,
forgive me if by saying that i'm hurting you.
but you can never be hurt,
never pleased, sometimes. and when you die, you'll be nothing more than a piece of dirt.

i wish i could tell you what you really meat to me,
but you cant hear me, so i'll just let it all be.

your owner...

to my W850i...my Sony Ericsson walkman mobile phone.

Keep Smiling.

Author's Note

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