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A Valentine To My Wife
(2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States)

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?

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Comments (6)

How sweet and beautiful
I love this! So beautiful!
That is the sweetest love offering ever! ! The man deserves a great dinner, a glass of wine, his slippers and all the kisses his wife bestows on him
Mind blowing tributes paid by the poet to his only love, his better half. Thanks for sharing.
'I love my love and her alone! ' A great tribute by the poet to his lovely valentine, his wife.
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