Disclaimer: Don't own POTO.
A/N: A poem in Erik's POV about the best dream he ever had…
The Sweetest of Dreams
Erik
Last night, I dreamt I held you in my arms.
I dreamt that I encircled your bare waist,
That I rested my disfigured cheek on your satin tresses,
That you entwined your fingers with mine in sleep.
And I dreamt that you wakened with a smile,
And you looked sweetly into my eyes when you saw me,
And when I leaned down, you placed your precious lips on mine.
I dreamt that you told me you loved me,
That you didn't care about my appearance.
And you ripped off my mask,
Revealing my abhorrent visage,
But again you looked sweetly at me as I cried,
And you kissed away my tears…
Last night, I dreamt I held you in my arms.
But tonight, Christine, it wasn't a dream…
