Pride, Prejudice and Poetry

Rochester

At first he seemed to be so solumn

But then my love would grow

As his ice heart melted

And he declared he loved me so

But I could never be a mistress

I stand by this belief

As I tried hard to ignore his heartache

He proposed to my relief

The wedding was all set for us

And I wore a translucent veil

How could I ever have guessed

That this would then fail

I was jilted for another woman

As he was caught at the alter

They told me of his wife Bertha

And he admitted without faulter

I thought my heart was shattered

Never to be whole again

He wrote to me so many times

But his attempts were in vain

Eventually I had a life

As I inherited a good deal of money

I thought that this was good enough

Now this seems so very funny

A fire has scorched my Rochester

Set by his dreadful wife

His house was in ruins

But we could have our life

We were married very shortly

A pair in front of a Priest.

We took our vows with smiles

And so our sadness ceased

Happy we are to be wed

Each and every day

For ours lives to be joined together

In a deeply loving way