Ode to Darcy – Part III

There she is again!

My dreams, one more time, to slain

My breakfast, a sacred hour

Suddenly my food’s gone sour.

 

Tis’ not a dream, I tell no lies

She stands still right before my eyes

Carrying in her petticoat six inches in mud

But all I see is two round diamond studs.

 

They shine like the sun is just rising

Unbeknownst to me a look so penetrating

That easily finds its mark

Illuminating what before was dark.

 

Caroline tries to ruin the moment

I stand back enjoying the sweet torment

A lady with princess-like qualities so innate

And connections that make her so inadequate.

 

Again, we meet at dinner,

Such beautiful profile the light does not dimmer.

Poised, graceful with a provocative tongue,

I find that at my side is where she does belong.

 

Be still my beating heart,

She is not in your marry mart.

She may sing as sweet as your soul can take,

A good wife for a Darcy she will not make.

 

Come to your senses now,

She cannot be and will not be thou

Not here, not anywhere,

Pemberley needs a noble heir.

 

In the morning, we say goodbye,

Her sister Jane no more needs to lie.

There is no more reason for them to stay

And yet, my heart slowly beats astray.

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