I've loved this image for a long time. It has always spoke volumes to me. For years I've always seen the fallen angel in the foreground and related to it.
You see, I've always felt that the fallen angel was one that could fly until the day he fell. The wings were broken and flight was then impossible. So he did the unthinkable and replaced them. He mutilated his very body in an attempt to get the freedom of flight back. He went from something beautiful to the miserable, broken, and flight-less thing you see in the picture. Then she came along...
I relate to that more than anyone can know. Except for one person I mean. You are my angel of grace and mercy, my dear...my katzchen...my beloved.