Belle's Wish
Life is not always fair
I gave you my heart
you paid me with pain
Although I love you, I cannot continue...
I swore love to you
You alone only gave me treachery
You ill-treated me without cease
And I love thee without stopping
I am a slave to such brutality
and I am the fool who delivers such to you my soul
Now I no longer want more
To be at side with a beast
Who does not respect his beauty
and to think that I am only his possession
The experiences before were so beautiful,
yet crumbling
Twas they were only a dream
As I awaken in your bed,
covered with a silky blanket
I realized,
I had learned more than I thought
My mind was clear
Now there was one thing to clarify that was missing
There is no love without suffering.
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