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

BAS EK BAAT MAAN LO

Iss khoobsurat jindagi ki talash,

barso se thi hume

uperwaale ne dikha hi diya

JIWAN OR SHATRANJ

जीवन और शतरंज में

आता नहीं है ठहरा�

APNA HAR DARD CHHUPAYA

Zindgi se apna har dard chupa lena

Khushi na sahi gam gale laga lena

Koi agar kah

sari duniya ek taraf hai

शोर दुनिया का एक तरफ है , दिल की वीरानी

Zindgi ke bahumulya

जिंदगी के बहुमूल्य पल बन जाते हैं, लम�

What Your Friendship Means To Me

your friendship means the world to me

I've never met someone else like you

you me

Farz hai jo umar bhar nibhana hai

सुख-दुख के अफसाने का

ये राज है सदा �

meri pyaari maa

मेरी प्यार माँ तू कितनी प्यारी है माँ

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O

jiwant mera prem saans leta hai

उसकी हर बात घोलती है मेरे कानों में अ�