Secure upon-sat stones of promontory.
Spark'd essence of the madly shooting stars,
One drop or two anything wat'ry,
Some semblance of a milk-white western flower.
Fulfil a pot of purely mineral with
Ingredients which you gathered carefully.
Upon said bowl, bestow harmonious breath,
Till thou remember'st pure whose love you seek.
Allow this precious time to meditate;
Their quenched thirst your just deserved prize!
United they conspire to charm your mate
With purple liquor destined for Love's eyes.
Now with a deft and musical note, rejoice,
To give your deepest love-desire strong voice.
--- Cupid's Love Juice
Are You Ga(me)?, 11:02 AM.