To Be Living With A Deadly Virus (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

To be living with a virus seems too much.
Even scientists do struggle to understand
how from animals to people it got out of hand,
where no one has known a time as such

but in all of this still you I want to touch,
now right close up to you I want to stand.
I want to be able to take you by the hand,
personally your feelings I want to judge,

for you I want a much better time than this,
still more all of my life you I want to know
in companionship and intimately in bliss,
with you I want to see the setting sun glow,
where now so terribly I do you deeply miss
but in hardship and death some tears do flow.