Elizabeth, I fell in love
with you,
Without seeing you in person.
Without being born in your
days,
With a figure that I carved
of you,
Out of manners written in
words
By Jane Austin in Pride and
Prejudice.
I have cut such a figure of
you in my thought.
Like of which no heroine
could match
If she were to enact you in a
play.
You are the epitome of pride,
The pride without vanity,
The pride without humility
either;
The pride with a royal aura
Without any royal blood.
You have had such pride as
forbade
You even to reveal your love
To one you were deeply in
love with,
And to one who condescended
to love
Till he himself laboured to
spell.
Elizabeth, I fell in love
with you
For your pride, poise and
composure.
16.12.2004
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