My darling wife of light
and Spring, whose fiery tresses,
eyes of the clearest, deepest emerald;
whose laugh can outdo anything of
the Muses' creation...
is not worthy of a creature such as I.
I am a morose man of darkness,
Night, and precious stones;
what, with my onyx hair,
eyes of slate, silver, and obsidian;
with a look so powerful,
it could make the world tremble in fear.
We are opposites:
day and night, sound and silence,
first and last, full of motion and motionless,
silk and steel, fire and water,
a bouquet of roses along with its thorns,
Beauty and a Beast.
