Out of sight is out of mind...
Fly-by-nights say so, although
Multitudes of people find
That distance makes the missing grow.
When united heart to heart,
Couples amorous concur
Neither wants to be apart
From one another, him or her.
Husbands, wives, all those who share
Timeless vows— not to squander—
Know that, if they truly care,
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Love should not be thought of tritely
Or be crushed by grasping tightly.
It's a feeling honored rightly.
Lovers never take it lightly.
Poets, songsters through the ages,
Dramatists for scenic stages,
Novelists, the saints, and sages
Have devoted endless pages...
Yet still in bemusement ponder
Why— their flights of wonder wander
High above love's bluest yonder—
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
love the way you change the rhyming agree with you and enjoyed the way you wrote it thanks Harley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Out of sight out of mind...thank you for attributing this saying to the fly by nights...multitudes of people finds that distances makes the missing grow...how true this is...time was once described as the distance of one event to the next... absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder. Great poem with truth ringing throughout every word
Thank you for your wonderful comment! Although this was one of my ‘lighter’ poems, I also feel it has truth to tell as well. I’m pleased that you think so too!