September 29, 1992

214. While You Were Away: My Love Grew Fonder As You Disappered

When first you told me
That you were going away,
You said to me that
I should not worry or fret,
For though my eyes
Would not see you,
And my heart would miss you,
Absence would make my heart grow fonder.
I never believed such a thing,
For it seemed so unreal, impossible,
Yet, my love, you were right.
Not seeing you made me love you more,
Yet why, oh, why, did not seeing me
Make you love me less than before?
My trust I put in you,
As well as my hopes and dreams,
Yet when you returned,
Your heart had not grown fonder,
And your touch had turned cold.......

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