A Sonnet too late

He loved her from the day he saw her face

She was his friend, but never knew his heart

He did for her all things with gentle grace

But never dared to tell her his true part

She loved another, who was not her match

He watched her suffer, and he gave her aid

He hoped that someday she would see his catch

But never spoke his feelings, he was afraid

He died before he could confess his love

She mourned for him, and found his letter late

She realized then, he was her turtle dove

But could not tell him, for she met her fate

They met again, in fields of reeds, beyond
They kissed and held, and found their love so fond