Does absence grow the fonder heart?
(I think it must be so)
For though
my love seems far away
To her my thoughts oft go
I see her smile, I touch her face
(Her scent my mem'ry fills)
And
in some secret, inner place
A part of me knows thrills
I don't know when I'll see her next
(Or if I ever might)
But my heart
knows "alone" and "lost"
And longs for one more sight
If happiness is meant for men
(And me, I think it must)
Then one day,
afire, we'll touch again
And set this suff'ring just
