Love Potion

My heart, pitcher full of emotion,

Now cracked, dripping drops of love potion;

An hourglass of time a wasting,

Choking the bitter truth I’m tasting;

One can only hold onto what’s yours,

Earned from an endless bag full of chores;

Time’s running out, the pitcher’s half full,

I’m tired, feel the push and the pull;

How does one fill the pitcher back up?

Some extra love, even just a cup;

Anything given is a treasure,

It’s something you can’t even measure;

I must hope and pray before my day,

Someone will fill my pitcher this way;

And before my hourglass is through,

Love potion will make some dreams come true.