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

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TUMKO HI SOCHTA HAUN

तुमको ही सोचता हूँ तुमको ही ढूँढता हू

You Used Me

You used me.

I thought you were the key,

But the truth is that you used me,

I'm In Love With You

It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.

There's just so much about

Flirting With Your Eyes

I shuffled down the hallway

Trying to stay out of view

Peeking down the walkway

Did Not
Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;

Deer And Beer

Look at that deer

Man I am craving a beer

He has a nice rack

It is enough

Befikri ho chali

बेफिक्र हो चली थी ज्योंही तुम्हारा क�

While You Weren't Here

While you weren't here

I cried every night.

A million tears fell,

Still,

mera sacha sathi

कहीं देखा हैं तुमने उसे
HUM BADAL NA NAHI CHAHTE

हम राह को बदलना नहीं चाहते हैं,

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