He: You're a stray angel whose path back to the heavens has been thwarted. You now have a home here with me, live under this shade of mine and let's see if we can make a more heaven out of just sticks and thatch"
She; I wasn't created for the heavens dwell. Why do you call me strayed when my home is with you built? This is heaven, here's where angels ought to be. I shed my wings so I can live among men…I renounced immortality so I can dwell in this life with you, however short. The gracefulness of life is not living forever but dying with a fulfilled heart, knowing you lived for love. If this isn't heaven, then where is?
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