In time apart my heart did not grow fonder
For there is no more fondness into which can be grown
Your absence from my side did not fade you from thought
For memory and foresight kept my loneliness company
My love did not weaken under the weights of doubt and suspicion
For the tricksters stupidly take refuge in my mind
That constantly changes, continues to run
Their images planted remain nothing but a blur
That even in my noticing would bear no detriment
For the love they seek to hinder is far from the battlefields they have chosen

They fight a war in the darkness of their shadow
Tripping themselves and killing their own men
Searching for the light they strive to put out
Their torches of destruction giving more flame to my fire
Burning brightly in the fields out of their reach.