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

New Love...

From the first lingering glance

Shared by a pair of prying hearts

To the last diz

HAR SHAYRI ME AOKA NAM

um jo kahte hume

Hum jaan laga dete

Aangan aapka sajane

Hum sara aasman s

The Love I Feel

To hold you close to having you near

To have my breath against your ear

Whisperin

EKTHALIME KHANA KHAY

Main Muslim Hoon, Tu Hindu Hai, Hain Dono Insaan,

Laa Main Teri Geeta Parh Lun, Tu Parh L

Aansu Ache Nahi Lagte

 

Tere khoobsurat aankhon mein aansoo achche nahin lagte,

Chaahe jitnaa bhi

It's All About Time

Tick tock...tick tock...

Life is counting down on your internal clock.

 

JAB AKELE HOTE

Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.

Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati

The Glass Eye

The joke was very funny

She laughed a lot of tears

When suddenly her eye fell out

Jealous Love

Hands starting to sweat.

Next thing you know, your palms are wet.

It gets harder

The Mirror

My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,

for today I discovered an old man starin