Surrendering Pride

Arriving this place to accompany my friend,

A Meryton ball convinced to attend,

Where dancing and music I dare not pretend,

Be worthy my time, nor care or commend.

Detached, I contend.

Laughing and smiles from all over town,

Come dancing and jumping in worn out old gowns,

Many young ladies behaving like clowns.

Charles willingly, stirring the rounds.

Bored, I stand frowned.

Introduced by her mother as unequalled to Jane,

Elizabeth Bennet, did well to explain,

That vague inclinations of love shan't remain,

Without a stout case to keep it in reign.

Her wit, I've ascertained.

Her quickness of mind seen each time we meet,

Capture my senses and thoughts in discreet.

Though Longbourne connections once averted me,

Her tact disagreements and sense set me free.

I fear now, I am incomplete.

I can bear this no longer, what I wish to be shown,

These passionate feelings for her that have grown.

Tormented and eager to make my heart known,

In hopes one day, that she'll be my own.

Until then I struggle, Alone.

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