All but of an Angel

The softness of your hands

the darkness of your hair

a scar sits upon your face

All but of an angel

I can tell by the way you wear your clothes

rags and torn

weltered and worn

but when I kissed your lips

they burned

what enchantment is this

how is your soul

captured in my mind

the sound of your voice

had stayed with me

through the darkness of the night

still you tell me

that you love me

what sorrow is spared

my heart is pure

but love is not an answer

nor is it a cure..

Author's Note

Inspired by Phantom of the Opera.. celebrating 25 years yesterday... it was bloody brilliant... I wish I could sing Opera... lol

Reviews

[EMF]

You just delivered a perfect Aria. A wonderful poem from a womderful story. A delight to read and perfectly pitched to fit the characters. I think by now you can story calling yourself an amateur writer.