If I could give my heart to you, my love,
I would, indeed, give all I could muster,
But my heart takes flight as would the pure dove,
As soon as any man makes it fluster.
It grieves me that I will never have love-
Perhaps one day, my heart will recover,
But for now, I wait for a sign above;
Shame, I could not make you as my lover;
Years and years will pass; you’ll stay my good friend;
Offers of marriage I cannot accept;
So, unless our friendship you choose to end,
I hope, ‘M. Darcy’, I have your respect.
I am truly sorry for this flailing;
It’s just part of me, it’s my one failing.