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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My Friend Hope

I have an invisible friend

Who guides me through dark and pain.

She always tells

Friendship...

We have been friends for not so long

We've learned to trust and shared a song

We

BHULE MAANAS KO DILATE NETA

गली गली में बजते देखे आज़ादी के गीत रे |

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
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MANANE KI KHWAHISH HO YA NA HO

र लगता है तुम्हें बताने में वो जो हमा�

Starting Over...
I’m trying to find something to base my life upon,
Something in this strange world that goes on

"Enchanted"
Crawling on the
snake like curvy roads,
relishing every inch of
greens all around,
fe

i flirt with you
i flirt with you because i need
slipping in and out of conversation
making you wonder,

SANSAR CHALAY BETHE HAIN

क्या बात करूँ मैं लोगो की

सब आप बता

Choices...

I see people laughing and joking all around,

but on my face there is no smile; instead, t