Disclaimer: POTO – not mine! Must you rub it in?!
The Echo of Love
This is just one of the random poems that fill my mind at any given moment – the only difference is that I took the time to write this one down.
It's a poem, written by Erik about – and possibly to – Christine.
Erik
Hate's echo is so deafening – it cannot be fully heard.
Love's echo is so sweet – it leaves the heart despaired.
Well, love's echo once came to me and stayed from that day,
And, though hate's echo tried to fight, it was beaten every way.
Each echo speaks a different word – my love's echo says, "Christine."
And though that word cannot change, I hear – "she is my queen."
Of all the people she could have, it was I that she did pick,
I wouldn't believe it if I had not heard her echo of "Erik."
No echo can ever fade, nor can they waver.
And on the wind that brings them, her voice I savour.
The echoes of our love are wild, and yet, tame,
All the while, they drift, still whispering each other's name…
A/N: Thank you for reading this piece of mild randomness… Now, I shall go back to my phic…