Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

No more can this Angel teach her,Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...

He offered his love ... she could not bother,She gives her love to the other! The other!

Sublime wonders lie in store,I am shown a regal residence;a mighty kingdom, an empirewith more grandeur than before ...

A mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.

Pity that child who was born near Rouen,His only crime, to arrive deformed.

Now Leroux, what think youOf this twist to the story?

If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.