warmth of an angel

i died in the warmth of an angel. her rosey cheeks and light hair. i have never seen anyone so beautiful unlike her. i could imagine the future that we'd have together, but she was an angel, and I, a dead soul. we wouldn't live the picket fence dream, for we will explore the world. we shall live a happy life. but who in this world would love a dead soul like me? one that cannot breathe anymore who?