Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom. Me again! (Phreak) To let you know this poem is based on EC.
A Red Rose
Brava,
A mere shape in the shadows.
Bravissima,
A trick of the light?
No,
It t'was her angel.
No,
For she loved the Vicomte.
Love,
Yes, she felt for both men.
A dove,
Her angel of music and childhood sweetheart.
Comfort,
She found in the most unlikely thing.
Desertment,
A single red rose.
Longing,
For the angel or lover,
Drawing,
Her conclusion from a single red rose.