The beauty and the beast.
But which one's which?
They both disagree.
Calling themselves the beast.
But never the other.
What if they're both the beast.
Or maybe they're both the beauty.
Or maybe.
There is no beauty and there is no beast.
There is only a mix of the two.
The beast and the beauty.
He is the beauty and he is the beast.
She is the beast and she is the beauty.
They can fight forever.
But they'll never find the answer.
Until they can look,
Through the eyes of the other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem