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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ajnabee the or ajnabee hai

मेरी आँखो का हर आँसू तेरे प्यार की नि�

A Man in the jar

I once knew a man who lived in a jar.

For a stranger sight you'd have to go far.

AGAR CHAL BHI JAYE TO KYA HAI

Har Ek Keyboard Ghayal, Har Ek Login Pyaasi

Excel Mein Uljhan, Winword Mein Udaasi

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A Cow And A Rooster Went Dancing

A cow and a rooster went dancing

One night by the light of the moon.

They'd arran

Nothing Left To Say

I've got nothing left to say.

It's like the words ran away.

 

And I'

Anjane me jinhe hum chahte the

Hamne bhi kuch khab dekhe the

Anjane me kisi ko apna banaya tha

Wo mile is kadar

Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,

Be a scrub in the valley — but be

A Walk To Remember

A walk to remember

I wish to have with you.

By the seashore,

In the breez

Why You're My Friend

You are mine until the end.

I love you because you're my friend.

You were so kind

AAJ DIL TOOTA YA MAIN PHIR SE

AAJ DIL TOOTA YA MAIN PHIR SE

MALUM NAHI HAI..... HAIN KYA

KEHTA MERI YE MUJHE YE