Within these walls, where whispers stay,
A timeless tale takes breath again.
Stone remembers love’s first light,
And shadows hum the song of when.

By the fountain’s gentle stream,
Belle dreams between the turning pages—
A quiet grace, a hopeful heart,
Unfolding through the ageless stages.

Her father rides through forest deep,
Invention bound and spirit brave,
Unaware that fate’s soft hand
Will lead him to an unseen gate.

Each arch and curve, each carved embrace,
Holds fragments of their fated dance—
Two souls divided by a curse,
Reunited by a single chance.

So linger here, where echoes rest,
In every rose, in every beam—
For love, once found, will never fade—
It lives forever in the dream.