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.