Heaven is of honey and kisses beeswork blossomchannels How do I know? How could I forget? Heaven is in the making remains unfinished a possibility It there's a glimpse of it In the little dance of tounges As a reminder! Heaven is all remembered as an idea for idiots possessed by gods that just waste space and in case I wake up without a pen I do not want to forget That heaven is of honey and kisses Royal Jelly for the queenbee in the centre How do I know? How could I forget?