What made
you choose this foolish seafarer
Over the
one you saw as an angel?
The life
of music that you had dreamed of
Had been
in your grasp; it would have been yours!
The songs
would have filled your heart and your soul.
And, yes,
I would have been there, listening
As your
voice would stir my heart's memories,
For I
would have still loved you even then.
Would you
have found that so unbearable,
Since your
heart would not let you forget me?
Would I
have been an eternal shadow,
More
inescapable than the Phantom?
Dear
Christine, I would not have wanted that,
No matter
how much pain it would have meant.
But one
glance into your seraphic face
Gives me
the answer that I've been seeking.
Your
jewel-like eyes say so much to me.
It was the
knowledge of my love for you,
The bright
future I wanted to give you,
And your
love for me that helped make your choice.
You knew
that the ghost and I both loved you;
Forgive me
for ever making you choose.
"Please,
my dearest, don't feel sorry," you say,
In that
voice which could stop the rising moon
In the
middle of its nightly journey.
"It was
in our younger days by the sea
That I
first knew that you would be the one."
Likewise,
Christine; I knew it then as well.