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

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Fumbling, stumbling,

around in the dark.

Fighting, igniting,

flames from

AAJ AAYI HO TO

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WO HUM SE RUTH GAY

Mere sapne kyon tut gaye,

Wo humse kyon ruth gaye,

Dekar shila mohabbat ka mujhe,

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She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,

all along she plays this game unfairly

Love At First Sight

Eyes glare of

the unexpected

staring far too long

the person that

Tears Of Love

Tears of pain run down my cheek,

wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.

Tears

My Sleeping Angel

my sleeping angel

I opened my eyes and saw an angel

I took his hand and he lead m

KHET KE PAAR

तनाव से झुर्रियां पड़ी कोरों की दरार

Your Path, My Heartbreak

You are blinded by shame

For all you have done

It hurts me so bad

That I

na jaane kahan bitate hai

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