Making love - Our body and soul become one. Embracing the bliss, we drift off to sleep. And then I hear an angel weep.
Months blossom into years.
Each moment together evolving into treasured memories. Yet with all of our devotion and a love that runs so deep, I feel a sense of sadness as I hear an angel weep. The answers flowed in the tears down your cheeks. No help, we were alone in this together. Fighting a chronic illness with only the courage Summoned to the surface by our collective heartbeats.