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Inspired by North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell. If you have not seen the BBC mini-series (and you happen to love Austen/Dickens or period films in general) YOU HAVE TO SEE IT. And if the book is for sale in your country (buy me a copy and send me one because it's not sold in mine) then you have to buy it and read it nownownow. I literally turned my University library upside down to borrow a copy. Anyway, I loved Mr. Thornton more than Mr. Darcy, and I swear that says something of how GOOD the book and series is.
She was a gentle breeze to him,
a breath of summer air;
the only solace he could find
in frozen winter glare.
In her cheeks the roses bloomed,
when all around was frost;
in her eyes the fires burned
though warmth to all was lost.
With her eyes, she thawed the heart
encased in ice and snow;
with her smile she warmed him up
and set his soul aglow.
He took her hands and pressed her close,
to breathe her summer air;
but when he strove to read her heart,
he found but winter there.
