**We are the only ones in the room.**
Your eyes seep into me like honey dripping from a beehive.
We pass by each other and your fiery gaze draws me *closer.*
I take in a sharp breath, forgetting the commotion around us.
Nobody else is in the ballroom.
Just us until the music stops.

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Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Dance

Oh, Mr Darcy,
You truly are
One of my first and longest loves.
Those dark, brooding eyes,
And sparse words did his tongue speak.
I always did hold you up as 
My favourite,
But I have come to find out,
not too handsome to tempt me.