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

KISI OR KO UDHAR DIYA TUMNE

छुप छुप के जो तरसाया था

देखा होगा र

From My Heart

A million stars up in the sky.

One shines brighter - I can't deny.

A love so prec

Miss You A Lot

 

Your charming smile unlocks the door of my heart…

Your gentle touch

Only Time Will Remain

It's unbranded and unclaimed,

Elusive and in vain.

It ebbs and it flows,

Unexpressed Feelings

Sometimes, I often wonder why something shouts as loud as thunder

It was there inside of

Pain Of A Broken Heart

Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.

I never thought we would be apart.

When

KITABON MAI

Na Jane Saloon Baad Kaisa Sama Hoga,
The Pain Inside

I saw the stars that shine

When I looked into your eyes.

I felt the pain inside

MEET KARAYE NAHI JATE

Woh suhane lamhe ab bhulaye nahi jate

Yaado k parinde yu hi udaaye nahi jate

&nbs

The Stuff I Served My Teacher
The stuff I served my teacher
was pretty, fairly gross!
Like rotten eggs and lumpy milk