Not At Liberty (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

At a time you promised to be true
where now together we do live on,
with happiness between me and you
while the years of heartache is gone.

With you true sincere love I have known,
you have become an important part of me
but now in this time we are on our own,
locked-down by the whims of destiny,

where separate we are by a virus infection
there must be much more to life than this,
where loneliness brings its own dejection
and being locked-down away is every kiss,

During this time I do miss you so very badly
and at the first instance I will meet you gladly.
© Gert Strydom