On this Tuesday 15 March, 4th day of the "Printemps des Poètes", we share a poem composed by Mailys Veriter, member of the Amicale.

SWAN SONG, LOVE HYMN

 

When nothing makes sense anymore

When my gestures only serve to defend myself

Your eyes only judge me, armed

Without mercy, they will shoot!

Your ardour carried to another battlefield

I see now all your lies, your flaws.

Hidden in my memories

In the pictures you only had smiles for me.

My body was then the seat of your passion

Giving in to a sweet surrender.

But love, like war, only lasts for a time

Of which only hymns remain, the most beautiful songs.