Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Of two souls, fate carved asunder
T’was the tango of love, in fool’s brace
She was armed for the moment, in corset lace
Now she looks through the window pane,
Like him through the broken sane,
Hath both flown with Daedalus’s wing
The sun was in reach, for lovebirds to sing
Then fate swooped to catch them unaware
He was sent to the war front, to the fiery glare
Of gun smoke, and not love, fogging his eye
No goosebump blush that can never swear in lie
And so, two lovers’ labor, crossed in star
Two stars on the night sky, still pining from afar
