Happy Sobbing Over Jane Austin

So absorbed I become, I must hold my breath While reading of love's unrequited quest A tissue in hand wipes a tear from my eye Enthralled with such bliss, I joyfully cry! Cover to cover, each novel tells the same Stories of restraint, where respect still had a name To honor tradition, often true love had to hide Keeping family dignity, maintaining family pride Mr. Darcy so adores her....while she dreams about him too Complex misunderstandings. Oh dear! Now what will they do? Unrequited love is burning, ...twisting, turning, bending That final page of yearnings, how I rejoice at happy endings!! Such sadness and anguish, but as strange as it may seem.... Jane Austin love stories....give me tragic....happy....dreams! ! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------