"I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine."
~ The Clovers
I followed the plan to a T
No heartbeat slips, no loss of grip
A all the way to Z
It was supposed to work
No fine print
Witch dr. approved and guaranteed
One drop in coffee or tea
Made from cupids hair
The ink from Shakespeare’s pen
A dash of lover's kiss
Wait three nights
Mix on the first full moon
Late that evening
While sharing a laugh
I slipped it into your glass
One drop then two
Flat line, nothing happed
Four more, with a good shake
Nothing
So, I poured it all in
Watching your glass over flow like rain
The purple liquid staining your hands
And your gorgeous lips
Running like pools of blood
Puddles began forming on the tile floor
This is when it hit me
The love potion was all a myth
I will never feel your kiss
The whisper of your breath against my neck
No heart beat skips
I could never trick your heart
I could never wind it to reciprocate
Hearts do not work that way
Love does not work that way
One drop or two hundred
Does not jump start a heart
The potion was wasteful
I am too wistful