A/N: Just a strange, sonnet sort of thing from Darcy's point of view. I did it for English, so it's not at all great... I'm also unsure of grammatical rules for poetry, so please excuse me on that note. Review, if you feel so inclined._-=-_ _-=-_
I do not like, but rather, I admire
For like alone requires me to feel
The admiration follows eyes like fire
Intensity -- I wonder that they're real
I do not love, for love commands the heart
I much prefer to keep that place quite blank
For, though such eyes do ease and take apart
I'm not attached -- and have my mind to thank.
Not far below the eyes I so esteem
A lovely smile which often warms my soul
Of this kind face I could readily dream
And, yea, I would, if Inclinations's Whole
Were not so terrifying and intense
And Love's fair judge could listen to defense