No time to love...but write...

No time to love, no time to marry...
The monster with its thorns will carry
The fate towards unfate, undelivered.

For the first time there will be no rising sun,
In their pubs where they meant break-ups for fun
In their desperations for celelebrating despaired.

No drinks for any shakeaspeare fanny...
No time to love, no time to marry
Why just shut up because everything is paused?