He was a shadow, passing across her vision

A flitting silhouette; nothing to be concerned with.

But she followed anyway, followed him into darkness.

Patched his wounds, filled his stomach, captured his heart

And lost hers to him in return.

Devils and Angels, dancing in fire.

She bought him a coat

And melted into his arms.

Laced her strong brown fingers with his

And kissed him with everything she had.

Placed her heart beside his

And felt the pulse of love join them forever.

Bed-sheets in darkness, hot, sweet desire.

Dancing with their shared family,

Laughter curving her slender mouth into gentle crescents.

Playful kisses, fast kisses, little kisses

Were telltales of the future.

Words poured out like waterfalls,

Trickling through the air and into ears.

Dreams are fantasies without restriction.

An island in this world of doubt and pain

They existed side by side, watching as everything collapses

Around them.

Acting as strong bonds between their friends

While at the same time, a corrosiveness inside

Yawned and stirred, ready to devour and kill.

Love is emotion that defies all description.

Sweat flowed like blood from a wound

While panted breaths and wracking pains created deathly rhythm.

Somewhere, strong hands held her, stroked her, steadied her.

But she could no longer feel them

As the acid inside her ate away at her life.

How cruel is that which tears our hands apart.

His hands rested on the coldness of her tombstone

Yearning with unearthly strength

For the warm, soft feel of her skin

For the soft and then passionate joy of her kisses

For the soothing, lightening sound of laugh.

Yearned in vain.

But nothing, no demon or spirit or holy sanction, can wither that which strengthens the heart.

Now he trembles on the brink.

Labored breaths escape his tortured body.

But he is, if not happy, content

For the first time in more than a year.

Because every now and then, as the world flashes between reality and imagination

He catches a glimpse of her.

His angel, his Angel

Smiling as she waits for him to join her.

We who love are those who suffer worst, for love is pain at it's ultimate.

But we who love are joined by something

Not quite of this world.

We who love

Know truth.