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"A present, my lady" He leaned over and kissed her hand

Belle felt the warht to her soul "I shall treasure it always"

The rory?" John asked suddenly, desperate to turn the conversation over to more mundane matters

"Famished"

John led her over to the food stalls where they bought spinach pies and strawberry tarts Plates in hand, they wended their way to a quiet spot on the outskirts of the fair John laid his coat down on the ground, and they sat on it and ravenously attacked their food

"You owe me a poehed "So I do"

"You haven't even tried, have you?" Belle accused

"Of course I have I just haven't finished what I started"

"Then tell ed "A true poet wouldn't release his work until he was certain it was finished"

"Pleeeeeeease!" she begged, her face contorting into an expression that would have been ainst such unrestrained begging "Oh, all right How about this?

'She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless cliht

Meet in her aspect and her eyes' "

"Oh, John," Belle sighed deliriously "That was lovely It made me feel so beautiful"

"You are beautiful"

"Thank you," Belle said auto beautiful isn't, I think, as i beautiful, and that's why your poem touched me so deeply It was so roht, her brow furrowed in thought

John suddenly focused all of his attention on the spinach pie in his hands