Here’s that poem I promised you inspired by Anne Elliot from Persuasion:
Is it because she loved so deep?Her love lying dormant and asleep;Is it the years betwixt their sightingThat has born delusions alighting?What would happen to the pair of them?Alas, no pair in sight for hope has dimmed.The fire that burned years henceDwindled to a kindle and lost all sense.Oh! How that flame did burn so long ago;And not so long, it seems, to foregoThe dream, the fairytale scene;But, no, not to be, inappropriate deemed.Fairness, yes, unfortunately;Moral obligation not taken lightly.And yet the heart will do as it pleases;It will weep, mourn and grieve until it releases.The fire inside will diminish, in time;Dear Lord, she begs, please hasten mine.She bears it daily, hidden in her secret vault;The pain is hers, and she alone is at fault.There are many secrets in a woman’s heart;Buried, for safekeeping, if she’s smart.Secrets, the solace of unrequited loveLike ashes, take flight on the wings of a dove.