This story is certainly NOT a poem, I only formatted it in this way because it felt good. Hope you find it enjoyable.

Christine Daae loves her teacher.

He took away her breath at the first sight.

And she knew, from the wild and unstoppable pounding of her heart,

She knew that she was born to love him.

Dressed in formal black,

His stark white mask shone like a pale moon in her bright, blue sky.

What she didn't know was, did he love her?

For a long time she wondered and feared,

Passing through an endless train of thoughts she planned and trailed.

And she knew, from the depth of her heart, she knew he loved her too.

It's not in the way his eyes softened whenever caught on hers,

Nor is it in the lingering rhythm of her name on his lips,

It's in the slight but unmistakable tremble of his hands when she drew near,

It's in the same fear and longing identical to hers flickering in his eyes,

It's the door slowly emerging on his surrounded walls of cold indifference,

A door only waiting for her.

Without a moment of doubt or regret,

She turned it open,

Walked past the threshold,

And stepped into his world of unending night.

And slowly, ever so painfully,

She guided him towards the light.

Erik loves his pupil.

He loves her,

Despite morality, despite reason, despite life.

She has taken his heart away at the first sound of her voice,

And his sanity at the first sight of her face.

And he knew, from all the fantasies that clouded his mind,

He knew that he was born to love her.

Chestnut hair and big, brown eyes, innocent and quiet in her shimmering white dress,

She made him sleep dreaming and wake yearning.

She is the ray of light, that brightened his pitch, dark sky.

Try as he might, he couldn't imprison his love for her in the vastness of his tortured mind.

What he had known for sure was that she will never love him, not a creature who dwells in the darkness of the night.

Still, he hoped.

He dreamed and pained. He fantasized and despaired.

And for once, the answer came to him,

With all the happiness and sweetness he has dared.

It's not in the way she tilted her head, or the smile tugging at her lips,

It's not in the way she blushed with faint red, or the stammered words under the gaze of his eyes.

No, it's in her eyes where all the unspoken truth lies.

It's in the way they glistened with joy at his words,

It's in the way they followed wherever he led,

It was on the night she wept,

And he kneeling beside her, trying to console her with all his might.

A colored balloon one moment, a shining diamond the next,

Flying juggling balls one moment, a pigeon surging out of smoke the next,

When she still refused to look up, he signed inwardly, and a single red rose stood in his palm.

She stared at him from wild-eyed bewilderment to heartrending happiness,

Cutting him short on the words of a boy sent it to her, making him turn utter speechless instead.

It's when she threw herself into his unprepared arms and buried her face to the frantic beating of his chest.

That he knew, she loves him too.

'You're so cold.' He heard her murmur, 'will you let me warm you up?'

He heard his own voice, shattered and choked with emotion, unable to reply anything but a single 'Yes.'

Yes, please show me the warmth of the light.

They hid their relationship for many years from the prying eyes of others.

Outside the little realm of their own,

He showed her nothing but cold civility,

And she, in turn, utter respect.

For years they continued in secret until her graduation,

Which was the day they announced their love,

With roses of the deepest shade of crimson, stripped of thorns and tied in black,

And music surging so high that touched the tip of the sky.

Yes, he was her teacher and she was his pupil,

For him she has learned to act,

And for her, he has learned to love.

A warm Thank You to every reader~

I apologize for any possible grammar mistake. I truly hope that you enjoyed this story^^