Behind those crystal eyes
Lies the real prize.
Porcelain skin shields a fierce heart.
A smile that could tear night apart.
You’re Beauty, and I’m the Beast;
Dreaming of that fellowship feast.
Is there such love to call out the prince?
The one that’s trapped within.
A rough and callous heart
Wishes for love to drink.
Thirsty for the glow you hold.
Gentle, yet bold – what a mold.
Time will heal,
Renew my zeal.
Waiting – until I’m sure it’s obvious,
Love is right for us.