There Is Much More Than Longing In This (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

The whole world now lives in great fear
and locked-down we do our lives spent,
while a deadly virus does linger near,
is almost everywhere suddenly present.

In all of this so terribly I do miss you
and there is much more than longing in this
where life comes to a halt in what we do
and with it contact and every sweet kiss,

I do miss the way that you look at me,
I do miss the sound of your husky voice,
miss your smile and kind words terribly,
miss in all of this the freedom of choice

and to be right there, with you at home
while you do give me a great welcome.
© Gert Strydom