Is this her? Her eyes! . She’s also got a cupid bow lip, like mine. The essence of a person can be captured in a picture, which in turn, can be a silent poem of a thousand words.
Lovely reading/singing of this poem. As a former dancer, I would love to see something choreographed to this. My heart is happy.
The video you provided definitely puts a different twist on the poem. And what you’ve stated is on point! People never really understand why Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorite stories.
But you reminded me of Sleeping Beauty, too!
She Walks in Beauty
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!