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Mar 2019
Oh from afar, I saw you pursue
the heart of the woman - for since her father died - you knew
Your love was like fire
that consumes
so greedy, so lonely, it's taking all of you.
Lurking in the night, oh my grieving Phantom,
saw you give in to the dark
just to let her
shine among the shadows.
And every little word
and every curve of your letters,
every tune of your music,
and every message of your symphony
All for the fuel of her wings and glory.
And when she sang for Raoul,
a crumbled rose, an out of tune
your soul lost the little hope
that I wanted for you.
And now, won't you be
my own Angel of Music
or perhaps I can be
the Angel you wanted to be.
Oh, won't you look at your back
and see my secret love.
We'll make a new song of light and dark,
of betrayal and a new spark
Let me see the dark in your eyes,
those lonely sights behind your mask,
those desires for a happy life
Let me sing
your broken songs
of loss
of pain
of longing
as I mend your shattered dreams
and bruised bones
and we'll make a new song
of chances
of embraces
of me - seeing and loving you.
And as Raoul was bound to love her
when he heard her sing,

I was and am bound to love you
when I heard you cried,
Erik.

The one that loves you,
Leo Janowick
Written by
Leo Janowick  73/M/Pomona, California
(73/M/Pomona, California)   
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