• An angel was struck down from heaven, with wings as black as night. She fell through the streets of the ghetto. Through the streets of the suburbs. Through the streets of the world, only to end up in the arms, of an unsuspecting individual. This man, unaware of who's heart he held in his hands, but without a thought of suspicion. Only the thought of love for this angel, a love so seemingly perfect, that even the angel was struck once again. But this time, not out of wrath, but out of pure love.

    Warm were the thoughts of this angel when she beheld him in her mind. And warmer still, when he beheld her in his arms. Much was the same for this man. He could not sleep, without thoughts of her, creeping into his mind, like the breeze that crept into his room at night. He could not wake, without thoughts of her shining upon him, much like the sun shined upon the earth everyday. And when he held her in his arms, his soul shined like the brightest star in the cosmos. His aura became as high as the mountains in the distance when she would allow him to kiss her.

    Quite the couple, these two made. When they walked, they attracted the eyes of the world it seemed. And when they talked of sweet nothings to each others ears, the people would listen, and turn in amazement, at the feeling they would put into each sentence. To say "I love you" was not enough for these two. Such a word held not enough meaning for the love they shared, for some words cannot portray what they speak.