Fitzwilliam

You seem so familiar
Your face unrecognisable
Your voice incomprehensible
Your eyes unfathomable
Yet I know you oh so well

There's something about you
Something in the air of your walk
Something in the manner of your steps
Something in the tone of your voice
Who are you?

Maybe its not you
Perhaps its the mundane stir of people
Perhaps its the stagnant flow of desperation
Perhaps its the arcane scent of confusion
Maybe

No, its not

Your identity completely uncovered
The reality unshadowed

Not once have we met
But I know who you are
It screamed at me in the single heartbeat I met your eyes

With the steady, composed air of your walk
With the cautious, confident manner of your steps
With the guarded, pleasing tone of your voice

That callous expression
That aloof grin
That impertinent gleam in your eyes

I would know you anywhere
Even if we have only conversed through words and letterings

Pleasure to meet you,

Mr. Darcy