Tears Of My Beloved
A goofy after Erik has died poem, Christine's POV
People laugh and people cry
People live and people die
But what becomes of the beloved?
When we weep and love and mourn them.
If you look around their eyes
You will find a great surprise
the people you love are crying too
Though not only for missing you
They miss the breath inside their lungs
They miss their life and miss their loves
They miss their sight and miss their taste
Of salivation and warm embrace
So when I looked through all the years
I found my beloved shedding tears
