I look upon your face

And think, "why you?''

Out of all the lovely maidens that have passed through,

Why did I stop and look at you?

You are not the smartest,

The quickest of wit,

Not the prettiest,

Nor the most fit.

Was it because you saw me?

The real me and not a beast?

Or was it because like two puzzle pieces we fit, you and me?

When you fell down for your father's life 

I saw in you a little light

To bring me out the darkness

To strip me of despair

My dear Beauty I need you like one needs air,

Why do I fall for you?

You who has the sharp tongue.

What do I do

When one day you leave

And I go back to being the Beast

Without his sharp tongued Beauty?