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

Your Wounds

Time doesn’t heal wounds

to make you forget.

 

It doesn’

Giving My Heart

First time we met,

We smiled laughed and played,

By the big Oak Tree in the back,

You Are My Sunshine

You brought me sunshine

when I only saw rain.

You brought me laughter

whe

I Was Wrong!

I thought I saw you the other day

I was wrong

I thought I heard your voice

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Teri Dosti Par Naaj Bhi Hain

तेरी कमी भी है, तेरा साथ भी है,

तू दू

ek bewafa ka intzaar

हम तुम्हारे फोन का इंतज़ार करते है <

Alone Forever

My feelings make me alone,
Alone forever.
My friends don’t know my feelings,

mera sacha sathi

कहीं देखा हैं तुमने उसे
JAB AKELE HOTE

Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.

Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati

What She Is To Me

Look at the beauty in her eyes,

a glow that shines like the sunrise. 

Her sm