The Story in Sonnets
I bow my head in front of both Jane Austen and William Shakespeare, for they were masters of their minds and words, which is a skill that I admire.
She:
When I laid my eyes upon your self,
I found you so handsome it was sin,
And to watch you hide in your cold shell!
I've wondered how different this could have been,
Where You not a gentleman of world,
Where I not with mother's roots in trade.
But this dream shattered with Your word,
That I was differently than You made.
That all could see how tolerable I was at most,
That I was inferior and tempted You not,
That I was only an object with a cost,
Which wouldn't as useless fall into Your lot.
...I admit to anger and a hurt pride,
...For before, I indeed imagined being at your side.
He:
You have enchanted me, woman of fire,
From my friend's house to a dragon's lair,
I admit the circumstances were dire,
But telling You of my affection seemed only fair.
I now know not what made me act,
Deep down I knew I couldn't stop,
Perhaps I shouldn't have thought of You as a fact,
Your rejection made my jaw in astonishment drop,
For never in the world before I met You,
Was there someone to stand up to me thus,
I thought I have given You many a clue,
But now I knew Your words were just.
...In my defence, of my foolish pride, I proposed with love,
...But then, I put you in a box, but the ton above.
She:
When my Aunt and Uncle proposed the trip,
I already knew I was in love – undeservingly,
My heart was in Your unconscious grip,
A look at Your letter was still unnerving me.
Yes, I read it, once and then again,
I remembered all our acquaintance,
And when I finally reached the end,
I knew I have wasted a rare chance,
Of happiness with the best man there is,
To who's eyes I couldn't bear to look now,
And then, when within Your estate's trees,
You seemed to have forgiven, yet I knew not how.
...Believe me, sir, I admitted to being in the wrong,
...When You showed me the true You, my affection could only grow more strong.
He:
Knowing You were unhappy while I could help,
I had to do what I could to make up for my mistake,
'twas me who asked that the evil as secret be kept,
And now Your and Your sisters' lives were at stake.
I thought of You as I acted, and on Your opinion,
So I could get another opportunity to share Your life,
See, I still wished for our union,
And what misfortune befell You was like a knife,
But while sharp, it only opened me more,
And the more I knew, You were my only remedy,
The need of your presence was implanted in my core,
Don't tease me of this being a malady:
...It was all I deserved and craved for to remember always,
...You, The Woman of all women till the end of my days.
To: My Love:
With You I have overcome many a hardship,
Family and friends, then those of the past,
But now, I can freely taste Your lip,
As we are man and woman at last,
This is a state I longed for, my Love,
Now let me strive for being a better being,
And as long as we are masters of this life,
You are the only one my heart will be seeing.
We've stripped each other down,
In both cloth and invisible pretences - masks,
In wisdom I've already grown,
Being the best for You is what my heart asks.
...Conquering both pride and prejudice and therefore our story,
...Not knowing of each other, not being together, will only be history.