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)