Mr. Darcy

He is the object of every woman’s affection,
Like a drop of honey on a scone of perfection.
His silence is often mistaken as a snobby air,
When in reality his person is shown by his care.

He is the mystery of every woman’s mind,
After a conversation she is forced to unwind.
His subtle hints drive her reason to insanity
So much that she contends him all with vanity.

He is the quiet man who watches from afar
To observe the life of many who play the game.
They seem to him only silly women not up to par
The kind that always point out all’s shame.

He is one man stuck in the hearts of many
He is Mr. Darcy, a man with a pretty penny.