Love Will Triumph

Expensive carpet, furniture of oak - I glanced around the spacious drawing room, And stood beside the ornate mantelpiece; The atmosphere was one of brooding gloom. Her father sneered, dismissed me with a snort (although I’d dressed as smartly as I could); Her mother begged him, ‘Dear, our Jane’s in love.’ And Jane was silent, feared it was no good. I stood my ground and told him we’d elope, And something in him seemed to change at that; To my surprise, he laughed and shook my hand. ‘I said the same’ - he smiled - ‘we need a chat.’ For Isaiah’s contest