She's the Beauty, He's the Beast

HE was not a monster, and that was certain.
He might have bulky explosive muscles on chest, arms and thighs. His voice was throaty and rough and deafening. His face was busted with cracked bumpy fats on the cheeks, forehead, chin and under. His teeth were full of cuspids and, his claws looked sharp-edged than knives, but he - was not a monster.
He was just a pure man, who had been thirsting for love and passion.
And he was more than just lucky, to have me by his side.
Because nobody could remarkably love him like I did - forever and forever and forever.