Unfulfilled Love Potion

She held the bottle close
The scent was strong in his nose
So intense he thought he would choke
With the loveliness of it all

But before he had a proper taste
That drink soured and went to waste
And he'll spend the rest of his days
Haunted by his startling downfall

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