Colin F. Jones

ABSENCE

‘Tis absence that doth clothe my heart
in such depressing dress
for while away my loving heart
doth ache I must confess.
‘Tis all those moments that I miss
when you dwell in my eye.
Each day when we would pause to kiss,
in emptiness passes by.
Though joy enhanced on my return
our loving thoughts inspire,
from you I do not absence yearn
for ‘tis your presence I desire.
For out of all life that I discern
It is you that I require