Belle, a maiden, with a heart so bright, Enterprises a journey, through day and night. With love and kindness, she breaks the spell, And in the beast's eyes, a glimmer of hope does dwell.
In provincial France, where roses bloom and fade, A story unfolds, a tale beautifully made. A prince, once proud, now cursed to roam, A beast, with heart of stone, and a castle to call home.
The enchanted objects, with personalities so fine, Lumiere, Cogsworth, and Mrs. Potts, a family divine. They welcome Belle, with open arms and hearts, And together they await, the prince's brand new start.
The villain, Gaston, with ego and pride, Seeks to destroy, the beast and Belle's love inside. But love conquers all, as Belle and the beast entwine, Their hearts beating as one, a love so truly divine.
The rose, a symbol, of love's fleeting time, A reminder to cherish, every moment sublime. The curse is broken, the prince is free, And Belle and the beast, a love story for you and me.