Poem for Valentine’s Day

ITHACA 412, Liefdesgedicht, Germain Droogenbroodt Wordprerss

Love poem

The rose is pruned
the autumn fruit stored
passion furrowed

the underbrush
winters turned cold
and without burning 
sadness becomes
fiercer than blood

but sometimes
drunk with comforting
the desire moves her towards me
undresses her saved up dreams
combs with caressing fingers
through my thinning hair
until with the ink of ancient days
I write love poems again.

Germain Droogenbroodt

Translation: Germain Droogenbroodt – William Wolak

From: “Between the Silence of your lips”