Learn to be Lonely

[~Gothic Victorian~]

He sat dreaming the hours away, thinking of his love... his angel. He wrote music only for her eyes... her heart. His heart soared with every sentiment and every thought he had of her.Every note she sang lifted his soul and quickened his heart. Every waking moment he thought of how he missed her. His sweet Christine... who he could never have for his own.

Christine

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[Tundra767]

In sleep he sang to me in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again for now I find
The phantom of the opera is there inside my mind
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# P O T Oforever❤️
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You have a coming GIFTY!