Tell me, Dark Angel

Life's like life,
We'll live it.

Years, perhaps,
We'll give it.

And then,
When we can't anymore,
Then,
When we can once more,
We will.

Only,
Many more than the years
Will be the haunting tears,
And much sweeter than this life
Will be our memories.

So tell me,
Dark angel of my life,
What do we choose?
Memories to live with,
Or a life to die for?