She is my...

She is my eveything.

My salvation and my doom.

She is despair in my soul made hope.

She is my death.

She is my death, since I can't go on without her.

She is my angel. My only angel. My beautiful angel.

To love her in this way, this hopeless love, this searing doomed love is my curse.

I'll atone for all I have done by loving her so much.

My angel...

My love...

My death...

my salvation

My god, I love her so much...

so pure... so pure...