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

What Do I See In You

What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,

I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,

bana le apna shastar tu

tu khud ki khoj mein nikal

 

tu kis liye hataash hai

 

Gym Class
The locker room smells nasty,
And my gym shoes smell like feet.
My socks smell like they

The Daily Battle

It is the darkest, deepest place one can travel alone,

A solo journey filled with struggl

To My Treasured Friend

Though there is gold up in the mountains,

Lovely pearls deep in the sea,

Those tr

aa ma teri paarti karun

peda kar gayi tujhe eahsaas bhi hai 

suniko ke raqt se aabad hindustan hai

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koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti

fakat yah jaanta

 

jo mit gaya who jee gya

 

moond kar

SIR KA BOJH

 

विपदा में निर्भीक रहूँ मैं,इतन�

Naam ke liye reh gayi

पहले दोस्त, दोस्त की मदद करता था दोस्�

You Used Me

You used me.

I thought you were the key,

But the truth is that you used me,