(Sonnet) If I Could Give My Heart To You…

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.

The End

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