A Valentine to My Wife

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the love I've often spoken—
The love my dying lips shall speak.

Our little ones are making merry
O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,
But in these words (though awkward—very)
The genuine article's expressed.

You are as fair and sweet and tender,
Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,
As when, a callow youth and slender,
I asked to be your Valentine.

What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
"I love my love and her alone!"

And when I fall before his reaping,
And when my stuttering speech is dumb,
Think not my love is dead or sleeping,
But that it waits for you to come.

So take, dear love, this little token,
And if there speaks in any line
The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,
Say, will you kiss your Valentine?
-Eugene Field

Other poetry

Look Inside Of Me

I'm happy when you look at me.

A smile is what you see,

But what would you get

I Will Want To Grow Old With You

You can take me on a holiday

but I prefer to sit at home

you can buy me chocolate

HAMARI HARI BHARI DHARTI

हरी भरी धरती हो

नीला आसमान रहे

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The Feeling Of Emptiness

I look into a broken mirror,

I seek to see why I am still living.

when I look aro

KYA DIN THE BATCH PAN KE

Hum se hamara bachpn chhinne tub jawani ati hai,

Sirf yaden chhod jati hai sari khushiyan

Enough Hurting Those Who Love You

Wondering why you have so much hate

Before you see it will be too late

Trying to

The People Upstairs

The people upstairs all practice ballet

Their living room is a bowling alley

Thei

Love (3)
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love,

papa ka pyaar

नन्ही सी आंखें और मुड़ी हुई उंगलियां

Dil ki es diwar par tera naam

Dil ki es diwar par tera naam likhta hoon

Pyar bhre shbdo se koi paigaam likhta hoon