Love Letters
P. A. Hickman
February 1990
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The following poems are based on the television characters of Katherine and Vincent from the television series “Beauty and the Beast” portrayed so well by Linda Hamilton and Ron Pearlman.
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Love Letters
*Dedication
*The Beast’s Soul
1 Once Upon a Time
2 The Rose
3 Eternity and all Time
4 Gem of Old
5 Walk Slowly, Love
6 Nevermore
7 Closeted From my Sight
8 Muted by thy Love
9 Always and Forever More
*The Beauty’s Heart
1 Love Letters to the Beast
2 The Crystal
3 Linked
4 Love’s Light
5 In Your Eyes
6 Samhainn
7 The Children and Thee
8 Thy Hands
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Vincent –
To the being whose soul
touched each of us with gentleness,
tenderly you gave us each a different
dream to dream.
Ron –
To the man behind the makeup,
your determination to share your vision
of Vincent with the world inspires each
of us to try as best we can,
To the two of you, I dedicate these poems.
P. A. Hickman
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The Beast’s Soul
Tenderness and gentleness
Belie the fearful face;
The being he hid deep within
She chose for her life-time mate.
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Once Upon a Time
The maiden
And the beast
Did love
Oh, once upon a time.
Her heart,
His love,
Entwined, forever
And all time.
“Your in my heart,”
She said to him.
“My soul is yours to take.
The breath you breathe
Is one with mine,
Forever are we linked.”
“Forever?” Whispered back at her
From the beast below.
“Forever!” Promised
The maid above,
“For our love,
It does but grow.”
“Love?” He queried,
“What is that?
Is it food
Or drink?”
“No!” She said,
Her smile quite wide,
As his questions
Made her think.
A momentary pause
She took,
And then,
She continued to speak.
“Love is what
You gave to me
When you saved me
From the brink.
“Your gentle caring
And tenderness
Is balm
Unto my soul.
“My heart is full
Of wondrous love
The treasure
Of you to hold.”
“Treasure, blessings,
What are these?”
The beast
He did reply.
“I see no hope
For you or me
Under the clear
Blue sky.
“Not up above
Or down below
Our love
Is doomed to die.”
She cried to him.
“Oh! How wrong you are!
The blessings
We do have!
“Our love is
The most precious thing
One can ever
Hope to have!”
Her words, so gentle
Touched his heart,
His smile caressed her soul.
He opened up his arms to her,
And found himself grow whole.
“Our love, it’s true,”
He whispered to her,
As his heart, it opened wide,
“Has drawn us
To each other’s lives
To share them side by side.”
A smile that came
From deep inside,
Lit up the maiden’s face.
Her eyes, they glowed,
With inner love
As she held
Her life-time mate.
“Open your arms, my love,”
She said to him.
“The blessings, they will come.
The path, your soul will find,
But only when your open heart
Allows the light of love to shine.”
“Yes, I hear the music now,”
The beast, he whispered low.
“With in your words
The truth does ring –
Love does fill up my soul.”
The beast, he gave his heart in whole
Unto the loving maid,
To hold with in her tiny hands
Forever, that special day.
And now the story
Has grown old …
Of how the beast did love;
The tiny maiden from up above …
Forever are they forged in love.
I know it’s true,
This story I’ve told …
Of her heart
And of his soul;
Of the maiden’s love
For her beast so bold.
‘Cause I’m the beast
Who received the gift
From the tiny maid,
Which healed the rift
That tore so at my soul.
By her love …
So sweetly given,
The maiden to her beast
Has opened up
The gates of heaven.
P.A. Hickman
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The Rose
Gentle, soft, delicate,
The rose you gave to me
Upon the anniversary
Of one year of loving thee.
It was a special memory,
Of mother loved so dear
That because of the love
You hold for me,
Your heart bade you to share.
Though an imitation
Of the real roses
You have seen,
Its beauty
Is not diminished
In the love
You share with me.
And when life pulls us asunder
And different paths we tread,
I take the rose you gave me
And hold it close to my heart instead.
For in love you gave it,
And in love, I hold it dear,
As the special symbol
Of the love
We two do share.
P. A. Hickman
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Eternity and all Time
Oh, my soul
It cried out for you.
The gentle caress
Of thy tiny hand
Was my heart’s only desire.
Yet, I hesitated,
Knowing to be with you again
Would be bitter-sweet.
Knowing that to hope
Was an impossible dream.
Your world and mine,
Two different universes,
That momentarily collided,
Could never be.
Yet, I could not let you go –
Once More your beauty,
I must behold.
So upward I climbed
Towards the light
That radiated
From you soul.
The darkness cloaked me,
In anonymity,
Hiding me from harmful eyes.
Granting me safe passage
Unto thy home,
Where in silence
I placed the gift
That I prayed
Would speak to your heart,
As your eyes
Had spoken to mine.
Then, what I dared not
To hope – materialized.
You were there.
The joy that radiated
From thy eyes
Granted me a vision
Into you soul,
And I knew,
That you were mine,
For eternity
And all time.
P. A. Hickman
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Gem of Old
In a deep and darkened place
My soul I almost lost,
Yet, came an angel from above,
To save me from the cost
Of loosing my most inner self
To my evil side;
A threat to steal my heart away,
My love forever to hide.
Within her eyes
A man I be,
Her heart is mine to hold,
An thanks to her most gentle love
I’ve learned how to grow whole.
The joy she brings
Unto my life,
Is a precious gem of old,
That many man from the world above,
Search for, yet never hold.
From the angel up above,
This precious gift did come.
Her heart’s light warm,
Is mine to hold,
Given to me in love.
P. A. Hickman
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Walk Slowly, Love
It mayhap be, perchance,
That thou will walk slowly,
Love –
Thy pace, yet more pondering
Than that of the lowly snail,
Giving unto me
The space of time,
My darling –
To mach my gate
To thine.
And hope a-new,
Will then be born
Within my bleeding heart,
That somewhere thou await for me,
And love’s promise a-new will start.
Walk slowly,
Beloved –
Thy print set more firmly
In the shifting
Sands of time,
That my soul in search of you,
Can follow and can find.
And I,
My fate,
Will not forget,
T’was I who lagged behind.
P. A. Hickman
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Nevermore
Nevermore, my love,
Shall thy sweet voice
Call to me
From out the darkness
Of the moonless night,
Easing away the shadows
Of unmentionable fears
And ov’rflowing my heart.
Nevermore, my darling,
Shall thy gentle gaze
Caress my aching brow,
Taking my cares
And making things
Alright, somehow.
Nevermore, my soul,
Shall thy comforting arms
Encircle me with love,
Thy essence, warm,
Keeping me from harm.
Nevermore…
My love…
Nevermore.
P. A. Hickman
