Once when Cupid was dead drunk like a hippie,
he disclosed to me,an ancient age old recipe.

He took a vessel made of purest gold,
and filled it with rain,delightful and cold,
and then added some leaves of pure passion,
blended with fresh drops of youth and fashion,
and then the sweet syrup of hope and affection,
and some pellets of despair and seperation,
and then some sugary cubes of bliss and happiness,
and a big dollop of dejection and sadness,
and then a tinge of the pious and sacred,
and some spicy leaves of revenge and hatred,
and then a dash of chivalry and bravery,
and some globules of sacrifice and knavery.
Last of all a sprinkling of seduction dust,
completing the seasoning with a sprig of tangy lust.

Cupid swelled with pride with intoxicating motion,
baptizing the dirty brown liquid as "Cupid's love potion".

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