Revised: 12.10.25**
Today I heard him sing a song so sweet,
it made my eyes to tear and then I sighed.
But his he stared at her his joy a treat.
To me it was in truth to woe my stride.
For what to me of love she now seemed lost,
though yet I have my past our love to view.
Upon my soul I had my time with cost:
I miss the one I failed her soul to sue.
She was as she he did today give due.
His looks in rhyme he voiced with lace to thrill.
And I to self retreat poor words imbue.
My blame, insane, though yes, just now do spill.
Yet we must treasure joys we had they'll soothe.
Or love our past that love from ill we'll lose.
__________
* A little song for her who was the one.
** The first version confused the persona speaking with me/writer (hack). (That person and sentiment was not me.) This revision can be taken either way, persona-me or persona-imagined. Better, but that mixed metaphor is still troublesome at about "the ninth line [which] initiates what is called the "turn", or "volta", [signaling] the move from proposition to resolution", per https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet.
