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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I really love you,
but you love someone else.
When I see you,
I can't close my eye
Dhadkan Dil Ki Ruk Jati Hai
Mohabbat Karli Tumse Bahut Sochne Ke Baad,
Ab Kisi Ko Dekhna Nahi Tumhe Dekhne Ke Baad,
Alone Forever
My feelings make me alone,
Alone forever.
My friends don’t know my feelings,
In Search Of
In search of truth
In search of light
In search of good
In search of right
Now if yo
Another Chance To Say Sorry
Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I
tum mera pehlu to bano
I Can't Help Myself
When I see you standing there... Did you even notice me?
I sit in class and you're on my
chhod ay hum wo teri galiyan
जहां तेरे पैरों के कँवल गिरा करते थे
khuda ease logo se milata hi kun hai
pyar ke ujale me gum ka andhera ata kyu hai,
jisko hum chahe wahi rulata kyu hai,
NA JANE KISKA DIL SEENE SE CHHU PAY BAITHE HAI
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