Like a blossoming flower the story unfolded before my tiny eyes,
the screen consumed the room from wall to wall.
My little eyes were rapt by the glow,
entranced by the colour and music,
enveloped completely.
Sparkles of magic seemed to twinkle in my eye and through to
My heart, forever they would prevail.

Sat next to me, the man of my young life, my Dad, my hero.
Every Saturday he'd take me by the hand and we'd embark on adventures to lands unknown, far off places immersed in fantasy.
This particular Saturday would enthrall me more than any other in my three young years, embedding itself in my memory.

It was a tale as old as time, and as I'd find my own years passing by
the tale proved timeless.
The colour and music could whirl around me, each swirl melting away the layers of time until there were just three and
I found myself in that cinema once more,
eyes beaming and heart beating.

Even though my Dad is still my hero and key to who I am,
there's a new man in my life who sits next to me now as the story unfolds on screen once more.
I find myself with my own tale developing,
There's a Beauty, and there's a Beast, but they're not restricted to
one.
Within each of us we have beauty and we each have a beast,
Our tales have unwound and intertwined to become
one.
We find the beauty in each other and tame our beasts,
There is no other I could imagine writing my story with, not
one.