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

The Pain Inside

I saw the stars that shine

When I looked into your eyes.

I felt the pain inside

Lifes Choices

Life is full of choices
Make sure you pick the right one
Don't listen to the voices

such me tumhen koi fark nahi padta

tumhen such me koi fark nahi padta 

mere hone ya na hone se 

billkul bu

The Stranger

It was a late night in September,

The beginning of autumn,

When the image of a st

jeevan isi ka naam hai

 

Is vishad viddh-prahaar mein

 

Kisko nahi behna pada

Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

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Messy Room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

His underwear is hanging on the lamp.

Hi

I Am Worthy

I am worthy. There is nothing

that can or will happen today that

could convince m

kismat ki baat hai

Kismat kismat ki baat hai

Jab se mila hu tujhse,

Tu mere sath hai

Kismat

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