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

mujhe kya fikar

उलझनों और कश्मकश में उम्मीद की ढाल लि

Without Her
What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.

Mask
I was once sad and lonely,
Having nobody to comfort me,
So I wore a mask that always smiled;

Your Love Is A Lie

You came to me when you were sad

And I was stupid to take you back

I thought you

Friendship After Love

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze

Has burned itself to ashes, and expires

In

TUJHE KARTE HUM NAMAN

कुमकुम से करें तिलक तेरा तु प्रीत से �

ISHQ BEWAJAH

HA US VAKTT ME TERA THA 

JAB TAK TU MERA THA 

VO PAL VO RAATE VO YAADHE

How It Used To Be

I saw her during recess

And then again at lunch

I kinda liked to tease her

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muskurate raho

Tum Sada Muskurate Raho Yeh Tamanna Hai Humari,
To My Beautiful Fiance

Love is beautiful and great.

When you find the right person, it will be fate.

My