sonnet It was an error

It was an error when I married him
I was too weak to offer up a no
I was a mess of moods in memes aswim
I was a worry warts wrapped whole in woe
On my fresh freckled face a fevered vim
I felt a constantly embarrassed glow
I varied sun bleach blonde bright dirt blonde dim
I fixed a head of hair in flawless floe
And he endured the dozy fads and acts
I wasnt panned or mindlessly approved
I erred I learnt and his loyal love it moved
It was immediate mild in face of facts
Ive changed and cropped a lass in looking glass
He has invested faith I freely pass
Chorus glass glas glaz