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.