The Elixir Of Love Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

It is not found in bottles,
nor brewed in ancient cups,
no spell whispered under a fading moon.

It lives in the quiet glance
that speaks without words,
in the warmth left behind
after a touch has gone.

It tastes of memory,
both sweet and sharp,
lingering long after the moment has passed.

It cannot be owned,
only given,
spilling over the edges
of hearts too small to hold it all.

The elixir of love
is not a potion,
but a presence--
weightless,
yet heavy enough to change everything.