Man and Doe

Her reflections were curious

In the mirror and in her musings

She could not see past his good looks and good manner.

Oh, how they vanished when she did!

He was a strange creature of little words and opinion.

When Jane slipped away to politely dance with another it made him sick.

He found his wit only when Jane twirled back his way.

He offered his hand, and she her China doll face.

She had the most remarkably unremarkable brown eyes. 

A flower chasing the sun, 

She read too many novels

She loved a man who knew nothing of love.

She would be his most precious possession. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Poem 60, my lord! A very loosely based Pride and Prejudice poem. How cliche, hm? March 11, 2015

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