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

RAB SE APNE TERI KHUSHI MANGI HAI.....

RAB SE APNE TERI KHUSHI MANGI HAI.....

BASS MILE WHO JAMANA JO 

TUMNE CHAHA

DOSTI KA RISHTA

कहते हैं कि दोस्ती का रिश्ता,

बडाह�

My Careless Whisper

A sparkling flame uploading your name 

I had no time for a foolish game 

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Enough Hurting Those Who Love You

Wondering why you have so much hate

Before you see it will be too late

Trying to

To Lose Thee
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
‘Tis true the drought is destitu

I Ain't Been to School
I ain’t been to school,
not never before.
That’s all changin’ now
as I run thr

SO JAUN ME FIR SE SAPNO ME

देर सवेर फिर से भोर हो गई,

रातों की �

SIR KA BOJH

 

विपदा में निर्भीक रहूँ मैं,इतन�

Listen To Mum

I remember when I was small and cool,

I was always playing truant from school.

My

Who Nose...

Some areas long as hoses

You buy at a garden store.

Mine can be used to smell ros