Mr. Darcy, My Dear...

Isolated? hmm, they all disappear,

Of course, the coast, was very clear,

Better than your? you have no clue,

But fortunately, that voice, I did hear.

Your words echoed, at a stretch, in my ear,

Change, is for sure, what we all fear,

My clueless heart, agreed with you,

She seems to be, too stubborn, this year.

She's gone crazy, this is, so severe,

To fall for you, she does, volunteer,

I fail to fight, the love glue,

I'm glad, you don't, sneak peak in here.

Imagine, he reads, what's hidden here,

I slapped her, pump blood, don't interfere,

I underestimated, everything else she can do,

Here comes, her army, she's the brigadier.

She chained me, on to, the chandelier,

Everything she wrote, I read, in fear,

Aiming her head, I threw, my shoe,

Now I'll hide her, in my blog, right here.

This is how she began, to write in sincere,

That unexpected hour,

In my favorite color,

Out of the blue,

You did appear,

Mr. Darcy, my dear.

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-