A stalk or two of budding love
A twig of faith, a petal from the eternal flower of hope.
Add the roots of the family tree,
And a memory or two from the memory lane.
A bit of insanity, a cup of sane,
A dollop of honey,
(HONEY not Money).
Add spice to taste,
And to ward of hate.
Mix it all in a cauldron of forgiveness,
That my friend, is the potion of happiness.