He looks so handsome as he dances on  the stage, leading her round in circles, their eyes meeting, a slight smile resting on his face. His tall, lean structure rises above her beautiful, sleek shape.

"Beauty and the Beast" the play is called. But he is everything but a beast, he is the majestic prince, protecting the princess in his arms.

I want to be the beauty. I want to be the princess. I want to be held in his arms, safe from harm. Not on the stage, but in his heart.

Nevertheless, my desire means nothing to my fate. I am no beauty. I am no princess. I am insignificant. I will never be with him.

Will he ever see me?
Will he ever feel me?
Will I ever really be loved?