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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ITIHAS ON ME NAAM LIKHA MERA DESH

यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,

सजा – संवार

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Aawaaz Lagaa Kar Dekhnaa Hum Tere Liye Thahar Jaayenge....

Hum Tere Aks Hain, Tere Hi Jis

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Tera meri iss ujadi zindagi main aana,

Kaash koi shabd bayaan kar paate.

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It wrecks me, that last moment

that played out so wrong.

Our hopeless eyes locked

Yara Mera Desh

 

यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,

सजा –

ME APNI NADAIYON KO KOS RAHI THI

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Once a year is not enough.

I need every day

To tell you, special Love,

Al