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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JAB AKELA HOTA HUN
Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.
Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati
isi pal ke liye
Khokar apne aap ko Kya Koi door jaa paya hai,
Jhuthe naam ke khatir khud ko bhulaya hai
DUA SAPNO KI LAGA
Shaam tak jhoojh, sab bhool ke paseena baha…
Thak bhi Raha hai to Maa ka maayus ch
tum jo kehte hume
Tum jo kahte hume
Hum jaan laga dete
Aangan aapka sajane
Hum sara aasman
humara bachpan
Wo bachapan achha tha
Ye jawaani haar gai School k din ache the
Ye college ki eng
I Want To Thank You Again
To me, you're like an angel, sent by God above,
To cleanse my soul of sadness and fill it
NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI.....
NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI.....
NAA USKA KOI PATA HOTA HAI.......
BADA
Broken When You Left
Baby, I guess it was never meant to be.
I miss what we used to be,
but baby, can'
pal pal mera dil ghabrata hai
har rang kabhi kabhi fika nazar ata hai
roshni hoti hai fir bhi nazar ata
You Love Me
Insecurity, when you walk in the room.
Curiosity, when you stare me down.
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