Melodramiac

Note:  The poem below tends to indicate a modern impression of the poet, trying to stop the beast ( from the fairytale - beauty and the beast ) in the moment when belle agrees to love her back, despite the fact he's a beast. I had once heard the story of a beauty and a beast , And here remains my heart in its solitude and despair to exclaim my soulful words to the beast who bestows his love for belle ,  Beast oh Beast! Tell me where lays the fancy love thou promised to thine belle in this world of darkness, where is the river of fleurs thee promised thine beloved?  oh, dear beast,  Thou thyself is thee destructeur of thine love, Ye the beasty-mind is foolish, the heart did know where you stand in front of her dim days and darkest of darkest nights. I ask thee , what love is to you if the soul cease to expect? What love is, if thou gast to define what thee deserve but move on to sacrifices. Thee know it is love? The heavens are to blame! How thou know she is the ...