In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, Amidst the whispers of a moonlit hall, I find myself before thy presence drawn, My heart, a vessel overflowing with scorn. The pride that once did fortress my soul, Now crumbles, laid low by love's sweet role, For in thine eyes, my deepest fears did see, A reflection of my own unworthiness to be. Yet still, I venture forth, with a humble heart, To lay before thee, my most secret part, The tender emotions I had sought to hide, And with each word, my pride does slowly divide. Oh, dearest one, forgive my past disdain, For now, I see, in thee, my love's sweet gain. (A poem I dedicate to my love for Darcy’s confession in Jane Austin’s pride and prejudice)