An Indomitable Grace

Sometimes I’m melodramatic. Here is what happens:

Absence Felt
Sadness is and sadness does,
When you, so absent from my eyes,
Are not seen, nor heard,
Penetrate my soul with a sorrow
Not becoming one so young,
With such life ahead of her.
Thus is your absence felt.
Thus have you ruined my youthful heart.
Be not always distant.
Be not always far off.