Ode to a Scrunchling (with a bit of help from Sonnet XXX)

Some say that distance makes the heart grow fond
They lie
Distance only strains a heart already filled

Some say the soul is fed by rack
They are wrong
What nourishment are tears and sighs?

Some even say there's goodness in our pain
They are mad
What virtue lies in misery?

I say there's pleasure in your name
Your telling heart, your winning smile
And there's a love that shouts across the world
When I think on thee a while

RSP 2007