With a gentle hand, it lifts the weary cup,
Love's magic potion, brimmed and filled up.
No bitter dregs, no sorrow left to taste,
Just sweetness pure, a love that will not waste.

A warming draught, that chases shadows deep,
A soothing balm, where troubled spirits sleep.
In laughter's chime and tears that freely fall,
Love fills thy cup with good, to mend and thrall.

So drink it deep, this gift from heart to heart,
Love's endless well, a joyful, vibrant start.

Death's gaze, not vacant, but with a bloodshot gleam,
A chilling glint, a haunting, shadowed dream.
No youthful spark, but wisdom etched in lines,
A life well-lived, yet etched with all its times.

A whiskey smile, a knowing, bitter twist,
Of countless souls, he's met, with a final kiss.
No malice gleams, but weary, patient grace,
A silent beckon to that unknown space.

He holds no weapon, nor a cruel decree,
Just life's last dance, the final cup for thee.

No walls confine, no flags their colors claim,
Love without borders, whispers freedom's name.
Across the miles, a language understood,
Heartbeats in rhythm, a boundless, vibrant flood.

Cultures may clash, and customs set us wide,
But love transcends them, a powerful tide.
In shared dreams whispered, beneath a moonlit sky,
Love's tapestry is woven, reaching ever high.

Distance may test, but love will surely win,
For hearts entwined, forever kith and kin.

Love looked at the sky before, a canvas vast,
With endless stars, a love that seemed to last.
But constellations shift, and seasons change,
And earthly hearts, with doubt, may rearrange.

Did love lookup, in hope, for mirrored fire?
A burning ember, a celestial pyre?
But flames on earth, they flicker and they fade,
Leaving love's gaze, a promise half-betrayed.

Yet wait, the moon, a constant, watches still,
Love's steadfast gaze, on ever-changing will.

Not Jasmine's sweetness, nor the rose's pride,
Love's fragrance whispers, deep inside.
An earthy scent, of fertile, sun-warmed ground,
Where life begins, with silent, steady sound.

Moss-covered stones, and dampened forest floor,
A primal rhythm, at love's very core.
The scent of roots, that burrow strong and true,
A grounded passion, ever fresh and new.

Rich, musky notes, of nature's sweet embrace,
Love's earthy scent, a love that time won't erase.

Lord this boy is bright
as a ten-watt lightbulb
well, he needs some home-schooling
to properly integrate himself
into our society
Lord, don't send this boy to hell
take the gun out of his hands
please give this boy a chance
Oh Lord, don't let him drink
from the poison well
just because he wants to be a man

Oh, love, if you remember me, 'tis true,
A faded echo whispered soft and blue.
Like distant music, on the wind, it floats,
A melody of moments, shared in secret notes.

Did stolen glances, laughter light and free,
Leave any trace, within your memory?
Or have the seasons, with their changing tide,
Erased the footprints where our love did hide?

But hope persists, a flicker in the night,
Oh, love, if you remember me, ignite