Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Packaged and shipped, 

To another world entirely,

With the promise of a fonder heart, 

Once she returns 

Can that be promised?

That alleged increase in love?

The absence does not determine love,

Only hinders its natural process 

Return, she does, to a fonder heart,

As well as to broken ties, 

Between relations, unfortunately 

That she can no longer call hers 

What a gamble they take,

For an increase in love,

Love that cannot grow, 

For it was always infinite 

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder",

So they say, but is there truth 

To the saying that does nothing, 

But encourage the gamble?

Gamble, if you must
With the materialistic clutter
That you so often are regaled with

Risk, if you must
The lavish glory of your excess,
That you often revel in

Speculate not,
Of the increase in emotions,
So undefinable, so fleeting

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
So they say, but is there truth,
To the saying that encourages,
Both gambles and impoverishment?

-Poem Fanatic