48 Hours

48 hours

The Gods of love have not been kind

But still I keep the faith

And hold out hope though all my efforts

Have been futile as of late

First there was a case of Covid 

Then I had to leave

Followed by a painful ailment 

It seems there’s no reprieve

Work has reared its ugly head

And interfered once more

So I count the days and hours

Till the opening of the drawer

Until that time … I will ply 

Her with food and flowers

And pray that soon the morning finds

Love in 48 hours 

John snelling 

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