The flowers have withered
The leaves are burnt
The lovers are heartbroken
And the fiancés have gone into exile.
Why so much drama for one day
So much vanities for a single evening?
The cards are scorned and discarded
And hearts feel desolate.
The perfumes have evaporated
In the smoke of the soirée
Where was love in this melée?
I abhor negativity
The vicar has ruined everything
In the frenzy of kisses.
P.S. Translation of “Après La Nuit De La Saint-Valentin »
By Hébert Logerie
Copyright © February 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 12:12 AM UTC
The flowers have withered
The leaves are burnt
The lovers are heartbroken
And the fiancés have gone into exile.
Why so much drama for one day
So much vanities for a single evening?
The cards are scorned and discarded
And hearts feel desolate.
The perfumes have evaporated
In the smoke of the soirée
Where was love in this melée?
I abhor negativity
The vicar has ruined everything
In the frenzy of kisses.
P.S. Translation of “Après La Nuit De La Saint-Valentin »
By Hébert Logerie
Copyright © February 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.