Love Potion Number True
Lying here on a Saturday night
only the sound of wind chimes
visions of that missed kiss
every time I close my eyes
Peak honey season
on the run and smitten
take a little taste of the energy
inside the pot that’s simmering
on the counter, two souls merging
never apart again
nice mix of sugar and sage
under the taste of cinnamon spice
moonlight glistening
beaming upon the fire
enchanted smoke billowing
ready for the final mixing
take a little taste of the magic
relish the rhythm of the room
understand that it’s undeniable
each drop is laced with you.
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