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

Playing Dodgeball

So much thrown at me,

And up against a wall

I feel like I've spent my life,

kismat ki baat hai

Kismat kismat ki baat hai

Jab se mila hu tujhse,

Tu mere sath hai

Kismat

SACH ME FARK NAHI PADTA

तुम्हे सच में फर्क नहीं पड़ता,

मेरे

Back To Strangers

We started as strangers.

We fell and became lovers.

We started with a, "Hi,"

safar me dhoop

यही है ज़िन्दगी कुछ ख़्वाब चन्द उम्म�

How And When

We are often greatly bothered

By two fussy little men,

Who sometimes block our pa

If You Believe

When your mind is set

On a splendid thing you want to do,

Some will shrug,

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Happy Birthday, Sister

Once a year we celebrate

with stupid hats and plastic plates

the fact that you we

Best Buddies Forever
God Sent Me You At A Moment In My Life
When He Knew I Needed A Companion
Only He Knew Who Was

My Perfect Valentine

Observing the stars,

You came into mind.

I thought about your love for me.

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