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

jindgi ki achhai or burai

जितना भी अच्छा कर लो दोस्तो के लिए 

AANKHE JAGA NAHI KARTI

चूड़ियों के बीच तेरी गुस्से भरी आवाज

Love More Hurts

I don't get how you can't see

All the things you did to me.

If only you knew

LIKHTI HU TUMHARE INTEZAAR MAI

लिखती हूँ मैं,

तेरे इजहार का इंतजा�

Love On Reserve

We knew love had no space.

No choice, but to force it into

tight space. We handle

HAMARE MILNE KA PATA

एक दिन हमारे मिलने का पता होगा,कोई तो �

EK ITIHAAS BAN JATE HAI

मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते है�

KUCH LOG KEHTE HAI

कुछ कहते हैं मजबूर हैं हम

उस वक़्त

Pain Of A Broken Heart

Tears of blood fall from my

PARIWAR HUM DO PAR HI SIMAT GAYA

जिन काले घने बालों पर इतराते थे हम कब �