Love is a potion,
sweet like honey, delightful.
Or a taste bitter, like medicine,
sharp on the tongue.
A mixture of paradox and enigma.
At once, honing our senses,
yet dulling them to all else.
Too deep for hearts to fathom,
so hard for the mind to understand.
But still a wonderment
to all within it's grasp.
A paradox of emotions...
one moment heart pounding elation,
the next heart ripping pain.
Love is a potion so desired.
From its first sweetness
to the bitter end.