If my soul kisses yours will you feel it?
May my soul rest next to yours, and embrace you?
May I whisper my poems of love to you,
See your smile,
And kiss your lips?
How much may I love you?

May my soul reach out and hold your hand?
May the other be placed on your cheek as I look in your eyes?
How much would you permit me to love you?

Ah, the words you speak.
The words from the lips of The Angel.
The words that never cease to amaze.
The words with the warmth of a lover's heart.
I love these words.
With these words,
I know you're still here,
Here with me.
I feel your warmth,
I feel your love,
I feel everything you have to give.
But I also feel your weakness.
Don't push yourself to love too much.
Save some energy for yourself.
I shall replenish the rest,
With my love.

If the moment comes,
Will you promise
That your soul shall rest with me,
In my heart,
And beside me every night when I sleep,
And holding my hand as I walk throughout the day?

It's the one you love most,
Who you will hurt most.
She's the one you will give everything for,
And she will be the one to open your eyes.
You will do your best to give her everything,
And she will show you the mirror.
What you will see will weaken you,
It's what she knew the whole time.
She'll make you see that
You are only a man.

I wish I could ask you to stay,
but that wouldn't be fair to you anymore.
So instead,
I'll ask you to hold me closely
and tightly to your heart,
and to guide me the entire way.
So that in the end,
we may be together again.

From the depths of Hell,
Right before the very bottom,
Just before the foot stepped,
Into that last ring,
The Angel came.
With such a beauty,
With such perfection,
With such a will,
To save one soul,
From the King of Demons,
Who called himself Lucifer.
The soul was lifted up,
Returned to the path,
And continued to follow,
For she was the Light.
As he drew near,
The Angel exposed herself.
And in that instant,
The moment their eyes met,
And their souls embraced,
Through each sweet word,
The Love was born and the Life became.
But it seems,
Such was not fate.
For The Lord,
Was already calling her back.
And the soul,
Had not completed the journey yet.
The Master of Deception,
And the Lustful of Sin,
Was prepared for this,
And presented his plan.
And so was seen,
With such a darkness,
And such a sorrow,
The fork in the Road.
But this time,
The soul had no Angel,
To guide him through,
The dark haze of Death.
So it became the final moment,
The one to choose which side,
Might be the one of Love,
To bring the Angel and the soul,
To Life once again,
And to Love for Eternity.