Never enough

She was a dream come true for him,

The muse of all his thoughts and words,

The bane of his existence.

She seemed like the Elizabeth for the Darcy that he was.

She was the moon he had always wished for

Filling the most tenebrose voids in his life 

With all lustre and shine.

And all that was simply gorgeous.

She seemed like the universe to him

With her infinite love and incandescent affection,

As though nothing would ever be enough with her,

As though he could never get enough of her.