Distance taught my heart to see
Just what your love has meant to me.
The miles whispered what I knew...
How much I missed the sight of you.
Absence carved a deeper place,
Where memories wore your gentle face.
Each silent hour, each lonely day,
Kept every doubt so far away.
Yet longing only lights the flame,
Presence gives that fire its name.
A hand to hold, a smile so true...
Turns every dream to something new.
Love isn't measured by the miles,
Or counted only through the trials.
It grows each time two hearts decide
To walk through every tide.
Absence sharpens love indeed,
Teaching every hidden need.
But presence gives what hearts pursue...
The joy of simply being with you.
For missing you may shape the soul,
But holding you makes broken whole.
And every day confirms what's true...
Absence sharpens love...
Presence strengthens it too.
By: - WIN VENTURA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem