Bliss

The afternoon at the spa was utter bliss.

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, / But to be young was very heaven!

What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss—absolute bliss!—as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle, into every finger and toe?

When they insist on knowing my bliss I tell them this When they want to know what the reason is I only smile when I lie, then I tell them why

So who is this saying that money is bliss? Your logic remiss You and the devil about to kiss