The lovely Edmund treated her kind Indeed, kind he was in her mind He was protective of her His words were of comfort She doted on him so much That seeing him with another depressed her
The charming Henry grew fond of her On her gentleness and modesty he dwelled In her modest and elegant manners, he found charm There was a sweetness to her which felt warm And Henry was seduced by such gentleness He found her timidity so delightful That for her, he harboured feelings so soon
Yet in *****’s innocent eyes Crawford’s flirtations led to his own demise Not indifferent to what seemed to be sincere efforts He forcing his love on her however proved just worse She was too much convinced of his pretence In his endeavour, she found not grace but nonsense His unsteadiness Her ineffable kindness They were too much different On such belief, she wouldn’t be bent
On the other hand There stood Edmund, oh dear Edmund He cared about her so deeply But his attachment was merely brotherly Knowing such truth saddened her immensely Yet she’d rather be with him as a sister Than not be with him at all He was too virtuous to be deceived
The goodness of her heart dictated to choose none Poor Edmund was blinded by Mary’s doings As calculated as they were, they promised sufferings Edmund could think of no woman but Mary to be his wife His idea of her was exceedingly flattering; what a plight A hurt ***** could not change his mind Her unwavering support never left his side
And the proud Henry Crawford What to say of his ardent courtship? At some point, vulnerable ***** could fall for him But she never did, not even once He changed for her in manners and words But to defy one’s true nature would be to lie to oneself Temptations so strong In the presence of an interested Mrs Rushworth Needless to say; his true colours showed, infidelity ensued
In the end, who to choose? If I were in *****’s shoes It certainly wouldn’t be Henry Such a **** doesn’t deserve a pure soul like ***** Though I don’t doubt that he truly fell for her He ruined all chances of being with her His incessant words of love were received with pain He tried to win her affection in vain But to try to gain a girl’s heart with flowery talks This is an unwise move, it is too much
Thank God, Edmund realised his error in the end But can he redeem himself when he showed so poor a judgement? I doubt so; and I dare question his change of heart His infatuation for Mary faded, and his love for ***** grew so fast Does it even make sense to have one’s eyes opened that fast? I dare answer in the negative This said, none of them deserve ***** If I were *****, I’d choose none...