By Stanley Collymore
Absence makes the heart grow fonder they say;
but not having you near me each day is a
poor substitute in every way for not
being able to see you, touch you
or feel the comforting warmth of your soft, feminine
body next to me – while experiencing in full the true
joy of contentment I happily derive from living
a life blessed with the knowledge that you’re
Heaven sent; and no other woman but you
could have been half as successful in
making me so obviously happy,
as you can clearly see.
© Stanley V. Collymore
13 December 1997.