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.