After You, There Will Be

Honey, everything in me belongs to you I am your cat, your darling, and your dog After you, after you're gone, I will die of love I will die of thirst, and I will accept no help. After you, darling, there will be no more humor The sky and the clouds will be gray, dark, forever Nightingales and roosters will not sing anymore And my heart will be sad and my being severed. Darling, under this blue sky, nothing attracts me Nothing interests me, except your pretty smile My life, my breath, my soft heart and my soul Are in your sweet velvety hands, Queenie Bee. After you, my angel, there will be no more humor Everything will be finished, caput for me, forever Under the vault of the sky, my sweetie, no more love Everything will be dead, for me, no kisses and no help. Under this sky, I want nothing and nothing attracts me Except your big and pretty crystal eyes of ebony and fire After you, after you're gone, there is no humor and no love Here below, my soft heart will be closed, indeed dead, forever. P.S. I dedicate this poem to Tino Rossi, Réda Caire, my father Gustave and the Haitian troubadours who continue to sing this masterpiece: "Après toi, je n'aurai plus d'amour", "After you, I will have no more love". I loved this song as a child. My father used to sing it. I continue to love this amazing song, although the words are sad and full of emotions. This is my homage to this song, and to the lovers of this song. Copyright © April 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.