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

Book: A Title Of Life

Life is a series of written pages,

Climaxes and minimum wages.

The words so caref

Young Love

You say you love me

you say you care

But when you look into my eyes

I see

Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?

You poison me with your eyes,

Your lips curving, drawing me in.

How can you trust

Stay With Me

Listen to my heart as it screams your name.

Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.

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I'll Never Forget

I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.

It's full of anger, pain, and regrets

pal pal mera dil ghabrata hai

 

har rang kabhi kabhi fika nazar ata hai

roshni hoti hai fir bhi nazar ata

Naam ke liye reh gayi

पहले दोस्त, दोस्त की मदद करता था दोस्�

You bail me out

 

 

You bail me out of problems each day,

With you I am so hope

A tribute to school lyf:

"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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mea mantar hun

वन्देमातरम गीत नहीं मैं मंत्र हूँ जी�