He broke me
Slowly killed me as I sat
When he confessed his love to me,
Albeit with a caveat
Oh! you are the sweet one
The one whom I fancy.
You are the prejudiced Elizabeth
To my proud Mr. Darcy
You are never the stunner
Who can turn a man's head
You do however pique the interest
Of a man's mind instead
You almost always speak well
Are thoughtful and articulate
But never the bombshell with whom
The male glance can relate
There, there, you aren't pretty.
Are not a work of art.
But when you open your mouth
You prove that you are smart
If you waddle into a bar one day
And have nothing at all to say
Trust me no one will spare
A second glance your way
But the moment you decide to speak
You more than hold your ground,
Most men (me included)
Are inexplicably drawn to that sound.
You are warm and gracious.
You know how to pull people close.
But then you know not to distinguish
A prickly thorn from a rose
And while I may love you,
And fall for your homely charms.
But there are many others beside me
Wishing you were in their arms
So I do love you, my darling
Your sweetness draws me in
But I can find no warmth for you
Not a care for you within
I will let you go on my darling,
To be the soft, kindred soul
While you may be able to love me,
But I can never make you whole.
And that's how he broke me.
Slowly killed me as I sat.
He finally did confess his love
But it came with a caveat.
