Maurice POV
I was inventing something and thinking of my wife. Belle's mother. I sang to myself.
How does a moment last forever?
How can a story never die?
It is love we must hold onto
Never easy, but we try
Sometimes our happiness is captured
Somehow, our time and place stand still
Love lives on inside our hearts and always will.
Minutes turn to hours, days to years and gone
But when all else has been together
still our song lives on.
Maybe some moments weren't so perfect
Maybe some memories not so sweet
But we have to know some bad times
or are lives are incomplete.
Then when the shadows overtake us
just when we feel all hope is gone
We'll hear our song and know once more
our love lives on.
How does a moment last forever?
How does our happiness endure?
Through the darkest of our troubles.
Love is beauty, love is pure.
Love pays no mind to desolation.
It flows like a river through the soul.
Protects, persists, and perseveres
and makes us whole.
Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone
but when all else has been forgotten
still our song lives on.
That's how a moment lasts forever
when our song lives on.
When I notice my daughter standing there I said "Oh, Belle. Hmmm. Could you...Hand me a" she handed me what I needed. "Thank you. And I also need... No. No. No. Actually...yes, that's exactly what I need. Thank you" I responded. "Papa, do you think I'm odd" she asked me. "Odd? My daughter? Odd? Where did you get an idea like that?" I asked. "I don't know. People talk" she responded.
"This is a small village, you know. Small minded as well. But small also means safe. Even back in Paris. I knew a girl like you, who was so...ahead of her time. So different. People mocked her. Until the day they all found themselves imitating her" I told her. "Please, just tell me one more thing about her" she asked.
"Your mother was...fearless. Fearless so...what can I bring you from the market?" I asked not wanting to talk about her mother. It's too painful. "A rose. Like the one in the painting" she told me. "You ask for that every year!" I told her. "And every year you bring it" she told me. "Then I shall bring you another. You have my word" I told her with a smile. "Goodbye, Papa" she responded. "Goodbye, Belle. Come on, Philippe. You know the way" "I'll see you tomorrow" she told me. "Right. Tomorrow, with the rose" I responded leaving.
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Beauty and the Beast
FanfictionThis is a story as old as time. We think we know the story but do we really?
