Give me the lace and frills.
Give me the dances and balls.
I’ll bring my carriage
We’ll visit estates afar.
And when the morning comes,
We’ll have tea and treacle tart.
Give me all the
enchanting, extravagant, and elaborate
Things of the bygone eras.
But keep me away
From the domesticity, docility and demurity.
You won’t see me wearing
A corset so tight I can’t breathe.
You’ll see me sending suitors away
And riding my horse in the fields.
My dress would be puffy and big.
My desires even bigger.
It’ll be fun, come on.
Let’s take a walk
Through the bygone eras.
– Tavleen
