Posted on Saturday, 6 July 2002
Elizabeth looked to him with care,
carefully unfastening her hair,
as her curls cascaded back,
femininity she never would lack.
Darcy smiled with such grace,
so see that mischievous look upon her face,
he knew it true that she would win,
he had to ask, was this a sin?
The wind blew warm, the sun shone bright,
he looked at the water, the birds took flight,
the water rippled, and seemed to call,
for he to dive would take it all.
She wanted the water,
he wanted her soul,
the sun grew hotter,
and burned like coal.
Away with his jacket, away with his shoes,
she knew that she could never choose,
he wanted to throw her, she had no choice,
and as he picked her up, she let out her voice.
"Mr. Darcy! Ah! The water is cold!"
He laughed at her decidedly bold,
her hands on her hips, and her fixed gaze,
he knew he was destined to be crazed.
She playfully splashed him,
he delighted her smile,
and then they sat,
on the bank awhile.
She told him she loved him,
He told her he cared,
the world had to know,
how they were thoughtfully paired.
As they laughed,
in each others arms you see,
they knew of their love,
Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy.