One little glance is all I want, hoping and praying that you look.

My heart skips a beat now, as you glance my way casually.

Nobody notices and for a moment I doubt, that it was me you looked at.

And then you smile all charm, my thoughts scattered to the winds.

Now you walk my way and I shy away, your voice calls my name.

" Mrs. Darcy, I believe it's our dance," I place my hand in yours.

My handsome Fitzwilliam so sweet, it always makes me melt.

" Of course, Mr. Darcy," I replied weakly, already knowing I to be the luckiest woman alive.

Eyes followed us now as we move, our feet already knowing too well the steps.