Disclaimer: Don't own POTO.
A/N: Written in Erik's POV, to Christine, he tries to describe her. I got this idea from a story I'm currently writing but haven't posted yet. But I think this poem could use a little work… it just isn't flowing…
Describing You
Erik
Christine, I have often wondered,
If I had someone to tell,
How I would describe you to them.
If I told them of your azure eyes, your satin curls,
Your ruby lips, and your porcelain skin
(Which so resembles my mask,
Though one can tell you have life).
If I told them these facts they would call me a liar,
They would not believe you would stay with me,
As your beauty is fit only for the most supreme of goddesses.
If I told them of your caring nature, your innocence,
Your ability to see beyond my scars, and your loving character.
If I told them this they would think you were fictional,
They would laugh in my face,
As your nature is so much more beautiful than the rest of the world's.
Other people are full of evil, and hurt, and scorn,
They ridicule, they torment, they hate.
But you… you look deeper inside people, you see the good,
You understand the pain, you love.
You saw past the mask, past my face and beyond my hurt.
You saw the frightened child inside of me,
And you comforted him.
Because you saw what no-one else could,
The only way I can describe you, my dear, is:
You are the sweet rose among thorns.