Not that I am really alone. A slim thing, gold-haired like an angel, stands always at my side. His presence overshadows me. He moves in the gloom like a flower.5Every great love has its tragedy, and now ours has too, but to have known and loved you with such profound devotion, to have had you for a part of my. life, the only part I now consider beautiful, is enough for me. My passion is at a los..