Petals and Potions and Proxies

Love had radiated a gleam and luster
That no other feeling could ever muster
Its rosiness healed the pain and sores
Its properties challenged life's many bores

Artificial or not, to love I'd succumb
I'd trifled with love, once and then some
Yet this time I was certain magic was at play
A spellbinding potion could appease pain away

Petals scattered upon the wooden desk of mine
Their vibrancy yielded an authentic shine
I rinsed them and shed them of fresh morning dew
I peeled away the rose from which they once grew

Into a pot they relocated, for a cauldron's for show
Essential oils bubbled as the heat rose from low
Water was added as well as sugar for taste
The production of potion would leave all fears erased

The petals had dried and their elixir now sweltered
The incense arose as the sugar slowly melted
As the love potion chilled over a bedrock of ice
Over the mouth of the bottle I added decadent spice

Chilled and bottled into a dainty glass
The potion bore the elegance of a love that would last
The antidote was nothing less of a tease
Yet I prayed it would it cast unsettled minds ease

Prepared with love, one to project
The feelings of someone is what's to protect
Although just a bauble of rose and extract
In someone, I knew confidence would enact

The makeup of love is faux, you see,
This potion is but a rosy proxy