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

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Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.