by Moon Fae
Poem inspired by Jane Austen's "Emma"
Emma Woodhouse was her name,
playing cupid was her game.
She sheltered her heart,
right from the start,
to find everyone true love.
She wore her mask like a glove,
hiding her own needs from all,
fear of being the one to fall,
in love with someone dear,
someone unexpected and near.
For his affection, she was blind,
to her, he was especially kind.
A great match for her friend,
but her adoration won in the end.
She realized who he was for,
and that her heart she cannot ignore.