Often, on a V-day, I wist
To luxuriate in the absurdity of love,
No matter how the world reacts.
Let others cry out
In a bid to arbitrate disputes.
Let us be bold and blind
To the nosing public.
Text us not as legends of love
But treat us as mortals in love
With lupercaliac drive
And divergent lines
As we concede, convergence of track
Can derail the train of love.
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I would like to translate this poem
As we concede, convergence of track Can derail the train of love...love and its mysteries presented in an original way.. tony