This Love I Cast Upon You
Not a potion or some special mix
It’s my feather touching your ear
Let this gentile voice caress your soul
Let my love appear
Listen to these sounds of my own potion #9
Send them to your heart and it will find mine
No witch could ever create a love potion like mine
For mine is everlasting without a witches mix
There is no such potion as number nine
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2019
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