Occasionally

We see

Phenomenal matters of love

With our heart

But not with our eyes

At first, we find ourselves happy

Where we unearth in the yard

At the bottom of the gravel

Gold or diamond

Inadvertently

By sheer luck

Or by accident

The great misfortune

Or happiness

Not far from the hourglass.

 

Love walks with the season and time

As the clock tells the tone and time

The barometer measures the pressure

Of love with patience and passion.

 

Periodically

We see

Unprecedented matters of love

With resentment

We ask for forgiveness and help

Since our heart

Is blind, swinish, emotional and sensitive

In the face of irreversible decisions.

 

P.S. Translation Of ‘Les Matières D’Amour’ par Hébert Logerie.

 

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Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.