Darcy & Wickham

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  • Dedicated to Carmen Emilia Blow
                                    

What a world, what a change, what a curious game.

To start in a drawing room and finish no where near the same

A different person on a different day

Wondering how I was ever such a way

He seemed so rude, he seemed so crass

But in truth he epitomised dignity and class.

A fleeting objection I spoke at the dance

I didn't want friendship let alone his romance

He was cold, he was cruel and acted a bore

I was certain then he could be nothing more

Except perhaps because of the arrogance grazing his face

His anti social behaviour here had no place

Jane fell in love with the kindest man there

A sweetheart named Bingley who got every stare

He was kind, he was cupid and absolutely pure

And forever more sweet, quiet Jane he would adore

But Darcy ruined that in his bitter ways

The loves lost contact because of those cruel ways

Darcy was cold and without a smile

It was Wickham who caught me in debonair style.

He was dressed in a military affair

The kind a gentleman might rightly wear

He was such company full of wit and grace

He made Darcy feel so out of place

What a beast! I declared about the Pemberly lord

When I had Wickham with honour of the sword

He was a soldier and made his country proud

But protests against him were disturbingly loud.

For a while I ignored them all that I could

But when he married Kitty reality hit with a thud.

And behind that was Darcy once again

But this time things were not quite the same.

He had done it for me as a matter of love

He acted as though our angel above

But I rejected him as he tried to buy me

A spinster, unmarried at least I would be free

Then one day came a letter that gave me a start

And then I realised a flutter in my heart,

That had been there all of my stubborn time

Emotion makes us do things without reason or rhyme

Bingley came for Jane to be once more

And then things seemed to even the score

Darcy won this beautiful game

But I had a win all the same

We had each other and all was well

In the deepest of love I inevitably fell

Into the depths of love

Arranged from above

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