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.
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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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Ye tum ne kaisa rabta rakha ?

Ye tum ne kaisa rabta rakha,

na qareeb aaye, na fasla rakha.

I Need It From You

Sometimes I'm confused and don't know what to do,

I need help and I need it from you.

MERI KHAMOSHI USE SUNA DENA

Aaj raat meri yeh khamoshi use suna dena

Kuch na sune toh aansu se fehli shayahi dekha de

You Are My Sunshine

You brought me sunshine

when I only saw rain.

You brought me laughter

whe

Hope Behind The Shadows Of Pain
In some others pretty eyes
There's a great painful disguise
Disguise that dressed their lonely

Because She Was My Best Friend

Together we would laugh, together we would cry,

With each other, we'd never be shy.

Some Flowers For You

A rose for every year,

many smiles for every tear

Way more of the first than ever

Meri khwahishon ka daayra

Kya Karu Ke Meri Khwahishon Ka Daayra Bahut Chota Hai,

Tumhi Se Shuru Hota Hai, Tum Par

I Would Live in Your Love
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes,

Not Born To Die!

Spread your wings and flap to fly.

The sky is there for you to try.

You say the w

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