Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera.
I long to feel your presence
It though can never be.
I've only seen you in a movie
On my TV.
I loved you from the first time
I heard your beautiful voice.
You were singing to Christine,
Sometimes I close my eyes and wish it was to me.
Some think I'm crazy for loving you so.
They say I shouldn't waste feelings on you.
Because you'll never be there for me.
I refuse to believe them,
For you seem so real.
I long to rest my head against your chest.
To feel your strong arms embrace me.
When I watch you cry
I reach out my hand to stroke your cheek.
All I hit is a screen, making me jerk my hand back.
With tears falling down my face.
I turn my lights off and only have the glow of my TV.
I just watch you're beauty light up the screen.
I love to sometimes put in a CD, it's of you.
It makes me sleep so peacefully.
You inspire me, Erik.
To write and to change into what
I know I can be.
Sometimes I hug myself tight and cry.
Thinking one day when I am who I was meant to be
You will be mine.
I can't stand it any more.
Just seeing you on the TV
On the computer, and covers of DVD's
Or hearing of you in stories or the dreams in my head.
Please will you come to me, and not just in my dreams.
Hold me in your arms and love me.
Forever be mine.