The love potion

Holding back yet reeling
A sleepy, sleepy feeling
High on dreaming
The power of believing
Dreams come true
And oh so well
A smile, a glance
A telling sigh
Warm and misty
Delightful reverie
Lost in thoughts
Of when and why
Might the clock never tick
But the breeze gently blow
Might the hours never move
But time grow more.
Slowly absolving
Like a drop in an ocean
Not falling, but rising
The love potion.