Heaven

A genuine smile from you is delicious,
but not free.

I'll pay you with my eyes, I'll work for you with my tongue.
I'll slave away
a myriad of kisses, and toil with my hands until they stop working.
It's my life's passion to see you smile.
In that delight I'll whisper to you that it was no hassle at all.

I'm happy to leave with you,
Only words that the spirits will know is true,
And you will too.

Heaven isn't a place, it's a feeling.