His Pride and Her Prejudice

He walks with swag

His pride was his dignity

Love was never his level

For diamonds are in his veins

She believes in solitude

Her prejudice was her eyes

She doesn't trust in love

For freedom was her will

But somehow love made his way

Stroked these two with Cupid's bow

Unbelievably, they're perfect two

Strings were made for them to blow

But with his pride

He didn't lay to bow

Buried his only love

To a boast so high

And she let him go

With her prejudice she believed

She let her mind spill

And get blinded from the truth

Love cried looking at the two

This was not what destiny made

Such pride and prejudice

Are beasts that jail the sparks

Their once sweet love

Is turning into tragedy now

A story of woe and awe

Turned to myth in just a blink

Now these two must work their way

For them to make love move

He must lower his boastful pride

And her foolish prejudice must be fired !

-Kathleen L. Burlas-