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

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