Quasimoto Love

(Done in iambic tetrameter) The kindest heart left drowned in tears and wrapped in gross deformity, yet sheltered by cathedral walls in disrepair as much as he. 'til Esmerelda's gentle hand, he knew no love, just hate and scorn and like the brand from tempered flame, it's burning love that made him strong. So like the edifice was he, an ugly house that held God's love and Quasimodo's lonely heart who'd toll the bells that silence hears, Then in the end he found her dead and sacrificed his mortal life to sleep with one who truly gave the only love he'd ever known.