Love poems

Eugene Field

A Valentine to My Wife

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?

Citate de dragoste

• 'I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion - I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more.
  I could be martyr'd for my religion. Love is my religion.
  And I could die for that. I could die for you.'
  ~ John Keats
• 'When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.'
  ~ Elizabeth Bowen
• 'To live is like to love -
  all reason is against it,
  and all healthy instinct for it.'
  ~ Samuel Butler, Life and love