Beauty And Beast Poem by Kevin East

They met a million years ago
Yet fresh as morning dew kissed keaf
Their love was revealed.
Arrows but no arrows passing through them.
She walked a line of broken dream
He, twixt genius and madness did seem.
But though their lips surely had not met
There lay a hunger passion had set.
Bathed in love yet dried with fear
He questioned her heart, she answered with tear
Weak with the strength of Cupids' sting
They dreamt in music they slept on cloud
Defeating doubts that whispers bring
Their silent symphony so loud.
But when passion cooled as he left her door
Jealousy would strike with sharpened claw.
Now Beauty saw the beast as weak
His poetry her heart would seek
To paint the wind would be a start
Mere brushstrokes when they were apart.
To leave would mean a lonely bell
Lost like the leaf in graveyard fell.
To stay and soothe the wounded soul
Retrieve sweet joy the beast had stole
Or cut him, left to rage alone
Facing demons on his own.
Yet love in silent carriage rides
Moving hearts and turning tides.
As Beauty lay in silent prayer
The beast would have to leave the lair
Die in the mud or soar to sky
Taste his own blood or surely die.....
And now they met a week ago
So strong in trust the beast will grow
Her wounded sparrow now ascends
As Beauty's faith in love transcends
-The pain
And they burn like a fevered candle
-Again.
Forever unquenched.