That Working Week

Form: Villanelle

True love knows nothing of place, nor of time
The struggles the price of just one moment
While caught between words of a sleepy rhyme
Disrupted kisses before alarm bells chime
But hazy lover’s dreams can’t pay the rent
True love knows nothing of place, nor of time
I’m here, you’re there, a disturbed paradigm
Paradox of love for writer to vent
While caught between words of a sleepy rhyme
Common sense says we must earn the dime
But common sense does not ease the torment
True love knows nothing of place, nor of time
So the week passes like a tragic mime
With each hour wished away before It went
While caught between words of a sleepy rhyme
With just hazy dreams of moments sublime
That working week that lover’s circumvent
True love knows nothing of place, nor of time
While caught between words of a sleepy rhyme

©JGFarmer2021

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