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.
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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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log kehte hai jamin par kisi ko khuda nahi milta

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Give me your loving,

give me your heart,

give me everything we won't be apart.

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It started as just a hug and grew into a kiss,

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HUA KUCH YOON

Hua kuch yoon ek roz

Bhai bola garmi hai tez

Pehle jab kaha tha AC lelo

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Meri baaton mein tu

Meri baaton mein tu,Maine manga jise

Wo dua tu hi tu,Aankhon hi aankhon mein

Baat

Enjoy Life!

Life's too short to be wasted.

It passes just once, so make the most out of it.

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The worst pain known to me

Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,

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