Bottled Love

That feeling.

You know the one.

Endless smile and giddy gait,

Sleepless night and dreamy sighs.

Don’t drink it dry at once,

Bottle it and hold with cork.

Take deep draughts when low,

But taste to lip each day.

Treasure but don’t forget,

As true love ages well.

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