Revised sonnet #447
I hovered happy having hit on her
I figured her alive and full of fun
I fancied her in fate as might occur
A blast in social set or one on one
I wore a public mask if shy to shun
It didnt worry her I was a fake
I said as much I wanted her to run
I harped on blunders mine and more Id make
Id lost at love in past yet wide awake
As common hobbies hadnt proved enough
They quit at quantum level lovers sake
A split of hair up close turned smooth to rough
Tonight the sky is clear it flaunts its stars
In her opinions jolly nothing jars
Chorus stars stelle sterre
