a/n: a poem from the Phantom when he started leaving Christine the roses. A look into his mind.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom

A smell so sweet,

Yet a sight so lonely.

A sight to beat,

The symbol of love.

Bright red shining,

The color of blood.

How could this,

Be the symbol of love?

Your thorns are sharp

As they prick my hand,

As I tie you up

With a single black band.

I lay you down for my love to find,

But how could such a thing bind?

Bind two hearts

Together at last,

Forgetting everything else,

Like a haunting past.

a/n: please tell me what you think