Clichés

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
The cliché holds much truth
Now we have been apart always
And my love's beyond reproof

Absence tests the spirit too
At times I've almost failed
But over times when I would quit
My growing love prevailed

Absence is a growing force
It dominates my dreams
Longing for togetherness
Is my purpose now, it seems

Oh we will be together yet
I know that much is true
And familiarty hath no contempt
Like the love I have for you