Oh my love, my dearest heart
I hold this sweetest of pains in my soul
Now that we find ourselves apart

Am I cursed with an affliction, a malady ?
What is this thorn-ridden emotion that binds my soul
Pulls my spirit to you, so distant my lady.

Where am I if I cannot see you? In a world that makes little sense
A wilderness of faceless, meaningless voices
Transient voids bound to my self, perpetrated by absence

But still I hold this pain in high regard
This finely tuned ravaging of half a heart
Brought by a mere moment of silence when we are apart.

Ahh there it is, inside, twisting again,
Reminding me my love of an indivisible union
You and I together bound by this, this sweetest of pain.

Absence my love makes the true heart stronger.