A calloused heart does hurt much less,
And lonely days are few
For a heart that beats but never breaks
From an absence it never knew.
'Tis easier sure to feel no pain
Nor tears from the growing loss
Of words not heard nor kisses felt-
Too many miles to cross.
Yet come the tears and aches that burn
From a distance forced upon;
While closeness grows in tender hearts
Kept apart for oh so long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some said, distance grew fonder, for someone else :)