Absence makes the heart grow fonder
and days without you are like saltless
oceans and saline desert sands, but I
will never cease to be soothed by your
voice on the end of a telephone wire,
crackling like the flames that engulf this
newly impassioned soul, and the words
tripping off my quivering lips will ring true
until the worlds that separate coincide once
more and I see your face again — remember
that I thank The Lord every day for you.