Posted on Thursday, 18 September 2003
As a womanly brunette with scarlet lips and soft brown eyes passed by a couple, she lifted her eyes to meet the man’s, this glance caused his strong body to quiver, but she continued without a word. Spots of anger rose in the cheeks of the ice blonde clinging to his arm, her lips pursed and white. They continued on their way but the woman, Margaret, noticing her husband’s inattention to her, grew more and more agitated. Until she spied the other woman’s form disappearing into a walled garden in the grounds, she made her excuses and walked, steps crunching on the gravel, after her.
“I would ask you,” She said a vein pulsing in her temple, “To leave my husband alone!”
The brunette merely looked at her, sympathetic pity in her eyes.
“We were, we are very happy together.” The fragile woman said in a strained voice.
Then from those beautiful lips came a terrible truth, “He doesn’t love you.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Margaret exploded her countenance flushed, “You think I don’t know he is only married to me because his passion was stronger than his virtue? I see the fire in his eyes when he looks at you, such was the fire that consumed us when we first met, the divide between anger and passion is slim, you know the one often bleeds into the other until the reds of the emotions blind and confuse you.
“Yet his violent passion for you is only exceeded by his love. The red hot fire is fed by his tenderness, and even when the fire is extinguished, the foundation, the love still remains, even in the cold light of day.
“He desires you, oh yes, he certainly desires you, yet he would forsake this in an instant, if that was the only way he could be near you. He lives and survives on the sight of you, he hungers to know your thoughts, to enter your dreams, he aches to know he possesses even the tiniest part of your heart. You are his life, his raison d’être.
“I see all this, know and understand all this, yet I love on. This love I hold will not be relinquished, it consumes and destroys. I swear love and passion are the cause of more crimes than hate or revenge, it is binding and humiliating, but no amount of tears can wash it away. I would cut these ties of love that bring so much grief, yet in doing so would be cutting my very life source. Oh what am I to do!”
Sobs over took her and racked her small frame. Elizabeth felt her guilt and her love each striving to overpower the other in her breast. To know he returned her love made her want to smile with joy get in doing so she knew she would destroy this young woman, so unfortunate in her love. Darcy entered the garden and the two women looked up with equal if different love, his heart yearned for Elizabeth as he saw the emotion he’d longed to see shinning in her eyes, but duty and the law bound him to his ethereal wife. Tears glistened in the alluring eyes of Elizabeth as she understood the message in his, he crossed the garden to his wife. The countenance of his true and eternal love took on an alabaster pallor and the garden became sepulchral in the twilight.
"If the people are buying tears, then I'll be rich one day" *
*Melanie - 'look what they've done to my song, ma' (slightly changed)