Dearest Eleanor

Dearest Eleanor,

(From Sense and Sensibility)
Life's a bitch ain't it?
Excuse my fowl language
I know you're a lady
and a proper one at that
so you wouldn't express it
that way
But I feel like you
understand the sentiment

I wish I could be like you
strong, wise, reserved
reliable and good
But I am a Marianne
an utter fool
who follows her desires
and listens to her heart
Much like your dear sister
I love poetry and life
and honesty
I have no time or regard
for propriety

And thus like the Marianne
I am
I end up lookin' a fool
I am tricked
by the open nature of my heart
into believing the best of all
and perceiving my feelings
infallible

But unlike you
dear friend
I am not a work of fiction
I am real and live now
with no benevolent
Jane to guide my steps
and bring me to a righteous love

I guess I just have to
keep going like you did
and hope that my author
will guide me
to a lovely ending