Love Potion

Keep Your Love soaring high above the stormy rough..



To keep and guard it from all that's not from above..



It is Mine to belove..
It is Yours to never leave Me bereft of..



It is My most precious Mourning Dove..



It is what I am a patient of..



It is Ours to take hold of..



It is Ours never to dispose of..



Its power cannot be conceived of..



It is what the World talks of..



It is what the World is destitute of..



It is what We should never be impatient of..



It is what We should not be neglectful of..



It is what We think the World of..



It is what We are unworthy of..



It is the art within, of every heart..



Some would state it to be a black art..



Perhaps rightly so in a fifth part..



But never was seen such a fine art..



As that good part within a good heart..



The whole map of the Heavens it does chart..



As a serving cart of graphic art..



Though a few hearts She teases apart..



Those weather-worn hearts by Her temperaments never depart..



Not from such a magnificent work of art..



Through every heart She shines and swiftly darts..



That, in Life, is Her divine part..



The motion of Her ocean, is both a healing lotion, and a potent potion..



Consider Her notion..



When She pleads for Your devotion, amidst the tempestuous commotion..



She will whirl Your World in slow motion, when She lifts Your heart to its promotion..



But.. Oh, Lover of Her potion..



Best beware, lest She cast Your heart deep within the frozen despairs, of Her Arctic Ocean..