A Valentine to My Wife
Posted on
16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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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Other poetry
True Feelings
You make me feel so real
I lay awake at night thinking of you
I close my eyes and
Kiss Of Love
You sing,
I smile,
"I get a kick out of you,"
You sing still,
And
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
After The Party
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
Idle Dream
In idle dreams of long ago,
I imagined my true love;
A perfect match, a soulmate,
Be Proud Of Who You Are
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
MERA WATAN WAHI HAI
चिश्ती ने जिस ज़मीं पे पैग़ामे हक़ सु
Drowning...
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
BALIDAAN TUMHEN KARNA HOGA
वह खून कहो किस मतलब का
जिसमें उबाल
The Day I Remember
I opened my eyes
I looked to the sky
the birds were singing and whistling by