Heaven isn't easy. God knows it takes
A lot of work to build a house of love.
Praised be those devoted to love's labor,
Passing love on to their generations,
Yielding pleasure in return for joy.
For love's labor's never lost, but makes
It easier for happiness to prove
Fit for those who would return the favor,
Trading fantasy for brick till the relation
Has roof and walls no wild wind would destroy.