For Christine
With a sweeping grace unknown to man
And a twinkle brighter than stars
She twists ad turns to the music
Breaking mortal passion's bars
Her eyes alight with fires of joy
Her heart pounding with hopes of love
Can a man like I, so wicked, compare
To such a precious, youthful, dove?
I cannot help but to watch her
And feel the pain of desire within
To stroke her skin and take her
My lust is just my evil's sin
Could she ever know my heart?
To see what others could not?
To look past my dark intentions
That these chains of deception bought?
Alas, it could never be for us
Such beauty cannot be corrupt
By mere want on a devil's part
Why does love have to be so abrupt?
But what do I find taking place?
Shining bright in my dark abyss
The angel of music descends to me
Baring her love with an eternal kiss
- The Phantom of the Opera