Dealing with a life lacking in grace,
Come see the potions that I brew,
The creams to freshen you anew.
For those not blessed with Veela looks,
I bring a Charm not found in books.
Captured here in this jar,
A reverie from lands afar.
A woman bereft at her lost youth,
Can lose herself with faint untruth.
A fantasy wafting in a scent,
A swirling tide of no lament.
With this bottle, you’re never old,
Reality dims as desire takes hold.
A vision golden as it gleams,
Cherishing you and all your dreams.