A poet says “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
Is there truth in poetry?
Absence is something missing
An ache which cries to be soothed
Absence grows so many things
Fear, hurt, tears, and pain
Fondness may endure absence,
How can a lack increase what needs nurtured?
Yet this fondness endures the pain
Tears become valuable, knowing there will be reunion
Hurt will soon be forgotten
And fear is rendered impotent by trust
The heart knows what the heart needs
Lack brings this knowledge to the mind
The dull ache a constant reminder not to take love for granted
The grief is a reminder that the joy is a gift
The heart cries out “Why?”
Is a reminder truly necessary?
Sometimes the fates seem cruel
Sometimes tears of loneliness are the price love demands
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder
It proves strength of the heart’s fondness