Love Potion

Brewing smells
and senses too
in a cauldron,
almost due.
Bubbles boiling
and believe
its sensation
to retrieve
all those feelings
and the best
of the warm,
unfaithful rest.
Colors form
and steam ensues
as I watch
my potion brew.
Potent
and much more than missed,
here's the taste
of lover's test.
Sips alone
will change the view
so my true love
sees my hue.
Single drops
will fix my mess.
Just a little
lover's bless.
Just a little bit of taste,
bit of warmth,
and bit of praise.
Just a little
so I dare
to at last
know my own
loving stare.