May will Do

I had bought her a ring.
But then we each had to buy us a ring
With four walls and four locks,
But no kissing of hands or meeting of hearts.

March couldn’t let us meet,
As it was the march of disease.
Though the next quarter begins,
April still looks grim and bleak.

May may still feel distant and dream,
But her birth in the month will be God’s vaccine. 
We’ll meet again on breezy banks of Dal,
Breaking free of all walls and all locks.

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