Belle rushed through the forest

Pages fly from her books

She must get there on time

She care not about her looks

To the special place where she called her "mine"

Deep in the wood

Outside her abode

Is where she stood

Pocahontas is her name

And her love for Belle is great

Pulling Belle in a deep embrace

Neither one's desire easy to sate

Soon the sun starts to set

Books in her arm

Belle heads back home

To her quaint farm

Trekking through the land

She recieves a call

"Same time, Same place?"

"You know it doll"