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

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Every tone of life

Makes a note for you.

Every word of life

Makes a phras

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;

He made everything shake, even the walls.

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So many people live around you,

But not all get close to your heart.

Some become

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यह नियम है

भावनाओं के आवेश में

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Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?

You poison me with your eyes,

Your lips curving, drawing me in.

How can you trust

You
You
You are so deceiving
When you come into my life
You make me feel the best I can
Yet

Creativity
I have no name
Until you name me.
I have no form
Until you shape me.
I don't exist
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A Divine Rapture
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, <