Heaven has no clue to happiness.
All the elements are here below.
Paradise is everywhere you go,
Priced within your budget, more or less.
Yearning is a source of tenderness.
Need and love walk fondly to and fro,
Intent on willing what the years bestow,
Nor loathe to alter fate with a caress.
Each wave of giving sweeps across the shore,
Then returns its treasure double fold,
Ending in a tranquil ecstasy.
Each choice of love, once made, requires more,
Nor is it easier as you grow old,
Though quieting a vast internal sea,
Hungry with the untamed urge to be.
