My heart is a boiling cauldron stewing with A pinch of kindness, A sprinkling of hope, A dash of hate, A gram of generosity, A dram of charity, A tablespoon of despair, A measure of temperance, A teaspoon of patience, And a shake of faith. Now, simmering on the element, I can ladle out bowls of love.
Love is complicated and mixed. And "something wicked this way comes."