Miles away makes it better to cope.
When you're close it's much too hard.
The distance makes you give up hope.
So you're dealt another card.
If it comes up jack of hearts
a little longer you must wait.
If it turns out to be the joker,
then the distance is your fate.
So give up the fight and stop the woe.
For fate is your fickle friend.
And the miles that are between you
will probably never end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem