The sweet kiss that she laid upon his lips where so soft and her beauty was beyond anything he had ever seen.
He called her his angle her lips could do wonders with just one kiss.
She could drive the demons from his soul.
He had something to fight for, to come home to while the war rages on outside and inside himself.
He wants nothing more than to live in complete silence watching her.
How lovely with the lips of an angle.
He could get so lost as he kisses her.
His inner demons disappear.
The war vanishes without a trace so lost in her love.
He could just stay in bed all day with her curled up next to him.
His little piece of heaven, With the lips of an angle.
He didn't know that he was right for it was a kiss of an angle long gone but not forgotten.
She always came to him in his dreams when the darkness was at bay those lips of an angel never follow him to the waking world.
Where he wishes he could still hold her and he was not the cause of her death.
His angle died of a broken heart.
That left him dead but still living in a way.
He lives in darkness never to see the light of day.
But Oh how he dreams of the lips of his sweet angle his love.
His soul. His only love. His other half.
So he will dream of those lip of his angle for all time.