I do not, and never will, own the Phantom of the Opera. (Crap!)
Erik, Where Arte Thou?
A sonnet by MADMAD
Where for arte thou, le Phantom?
Why must thou close thyself from me?
True, I'm not as fair as she.
True, my voice is not as sweet and free.
True, I am ages apart from thee.
But it matters not!
My heart is as pure as gold.
My mind has a thirst for secrets yet untold.
And, to thee, my soul is sold.
In exchange for the love and music thou dost hold.
Past the Point of No Return.
The sensuality making my heart burn.
Thy love is now the prize, which I must earn.
What is this?
Why dost thou turn?
Why dost thou raise thy hand to thy eyes?
What is this?
Thou cries?
Le Erik I know only cries,
When a loving voice answers his sighs.
Thou takest my hands in a soft caress, I see.
Thou kneels down and whispers to me.
I am good. *
I am bad.
I am ugly.
I am beautiful.
I am wicked.
I am an angel.
Thou places thy lips upon mine.
I now know I am truly thine!
FIN
* I am saying what Erik said to me about myself.
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A special thanks to William Shakespeare for writing his sonnets, which inspired this poem.
R/r please. Merci.
Erik, Where Arte Thou?
A sonnet by MADMAD
Where for arte thou, le Phantom?
Why must thou close thyself from me?
True, I'm not as fair as she.
True, my voice is not as sweet and free.
True, I am ages apart from thee.
But it matters not!
My heart is as pure as gold.
My mind has a thirst for secrets yet untold.
And, to thee, my soul is sold.
In exchange for the love and music thou dost hold.
Past the Point of No Return.
The sensuality making my heart burn.
Thy love is now the prize, which I must earn.
What is this?
Why dost thou turn?
Why dost thou raise thy hand to thy eyes?
What is this?
Thou cries?
Le Erik I know only cries,
When a loving voice answers his sighs.
Thou takest my hands in a soft caress, I see.
Thou kneels down and whispers to me.
I am good. *
I am bad.
I am ugly.
I am beautiful.
I am wicked.
I am an angel.
Thou places thy lips upon mine.
I now know I am truly thine!
FIN
* I am saying what Erik said to me about myself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~
A special thanks to William Shakespeare for writing his sonnets, which inspired this poem.
R/r please. Merci.