A little slice of heaven

A little slice of heavenIs a cup of hot coffee
On a cold winters day,
Sitting in a cafe by the beach,
With you.
Our sound track is the sea's sweet roar,
As we talk of everything and nothing.

A little slice of heaven,
Is sitting in in the spring watching the bud flower,
Feeling the rain shower us with its healing embrace.
Being totaly and utterly emersed,
Dispersed by love.
Till all we areIs truth and light.

A little slice of heavenIs sitting naked with you
In the glory of the summer sun
With nothing to prove but the beauty of form.
Making love
To life,
To truth,
To each other
And knowing we are the only judge and witness
To an act of sheer desire.

A little slice of heaven
Is sitting with you in the silence of Autmn's sweet embrace,
Watching the sun as it bids the world goodnight
And bends to kiss the earth.
Not a sound but our heart beats,
In unison with a dying world.

A little slice of heaven
Would be the realisation of my desires,
Would be seasons spent in the sunlight of you eyes.
But that prize is not mine to claim.
So I see the season through,
Devoid of all coulor,
Because I will never be your