And when the shares of pure light
Dance in her dear eyes,
I see my angel for the first time.

Know my purpose, feel my birth,
Hear, at first faintly, then distinctly
The sweet strains of our union.

Our love heats up the cold universe
And gives my tired, desperate hope
A reason and season to be revealed.

We, purified by our kisses
Are eternally healed.

In The Saint (1997)