It’s absolutely fun to grin at you,
a pure delight to hear you tell a joke
or give you one. These little glees are new
to me, just like the passions you evoke.
I work so much, and rest more than I play,
that happiness and joy I rarely know.
I’m so unused to this, I fear I’ll pay
with sadness and ennui for all the glow.

No matter that. This tingle is so true,
this fondness is so filling to my purse,
that I will pay whatever price is due
(and maybe my remittance can be verse).
This week we like, we tell ourselves like charms,
and I am light as laughter in your arms.