Love Potion No. 9

If love were a potion, it’d come sealed in a glass bottle.

We could admire it, the beautiful mesmerizing liquid 
swishing back and forth as we moved it from side to side.

Or we could be one of the rare few, that didn’t let it sit 
on the shelf, and drink from its sweet succulent nectar.

I choose the latter. And I choose to drink it with you.

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