She was a fragile beauty awaiting the fall of spring 

Her deep red velour draped gracefully around her delicate frame 

Her heavenly fragrance was one that could drive anyone beyond the brink 

Her soul thrummed with a breathtaking naivety that drew thousands to herself 

Nobody deemed me worthy of being fated to her 

But there was nothing that could protect my heart from her

He was a somber shadow with a soul harboring demons 

People called him cruel, but he was my salvation 

He mastered his flaws to serve as his strength 

To some his dark and sharp nature was monstrous 

But his biting self always warmed me 

When he drew blood for me 

Everyone called him a Beast and me a Beauty 

"What a pity, that she is tormented by virtue of his presence" 

But the world didn't realize that 

Beauty belonged in the arms of the Beast ‘cause there was no one who could ever love her as much as he did her

By Saniya Kolangde

From: United Arab Emirates

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