With a goblet, I scooped up
Teardrops from a lovelorn giant
I wrote a few haphazard stanzas
Closed my eyes, crossed my pinkies
I pulled a vein from my wrist,
And let it rouge the water
I recited the spell, slippery fingers on the handle
The Autumn breeze lashed against my hair,
And I forced a little smile
Maybe you could drink the poet's potion
You could entertain his pleas
You could delight his delusions
As his tears turn into seas
Boys don't embrace magic like this
But I could curse your pale lips
You craft novels, and I conjure rhyme
Your words send chills down my spine
As you contemplate the meaning of mine
There aren't many alchemists in these parts
So we all have dormant hearts
I blurt out my spells at you
Magic flickers in bright blue
If I gave you my potion,
You'd see through my ruse
I'd bite my tongue, and you'd never know
The worlds I could build for you
But your fantasies are sturdy,
And mine slip between my fingers
We're the only wizards in this land
I'm an easily enchanted man
And you're a gentleman with a gentle hand,
But maybe you could drink the poet's potion
And be the one to cure his poison
