Angel on my shoulder

Through dark foggy days, love shines
Again our mellow souls have a cause,
a sweeter virtue...Vice?
We never know until it cuts,
They say the first cut is always the deepest,
will I bleed?
I have an angel on my shoulder,
But a devil in my hand......
what to do with this love?
I tell myself No means No...
But I fall for this vice again
.....virtue?
But when It rains it pours
And the sun will be out again...
To love again...
Like the angel on my right!