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Valentine’s day is another holiday where you could rekindle your love and passion for your wife. Go on a date, go out of town, have a candle-lit dinner at your favorite restaurant, go watch a movie at a movie house, and explore things you have not tried before. It is a day when you can celebrate each other and find an excuse to interrupt your usual daily routine and go out of the way to make each other feel special. Love is not always hearts and flowers but it could be whenever you try. Let your wife know how much you cherish her and appreciate her this Valentine’s day.
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A Special Poem To My Dear Wife – Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
For twenty years, you’ve been my wife;
By now, you are almost my life!
You seem more precious than my wealth;
You are my mind’s and body’s health!
Life’s road, we’d traveled was quite rough;
Denied, we’ve been, a heart laugh;
Nevertheless, it was quite good;
The test of time, our marriage stood!
Our dreams are coming true, my dear;
With God, our side, we need not fear;
With ensuing, quite good, a clime,
We surely can make up lost time!
The future looks so rosy, sure;
Life’s travail will receive a cure;
Let worry not disturb our cheer;
Let confidence work out like beer.
Our ‘success days’ are very nigh;
To ‘failure years’, let’s say, ‘Good-bye! ’
Let’s cheer up, baby, dance and wine;
I am your one true valentine!
Let’s leave our world of woes behind;
By bonds of love in life, we bind;
The future looks indeed so bright;
Let us renew our love tonight.
Today is also, my birthday;
World’s people make merry, this day;
This is the day for all to say,
With kisses, hugs, ‘I love you! ’ Aye.
Fondly dedicated to my beloved wife, Mercy,
On Valentine’s Day, my birthday.
A Valentine – Poem by Edgar Allan Poe
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly the lines! – they hold a treasure
Divine- a talisman- an amulet
That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure-
The words- the syllables! Do not forget
The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely comprehend the plot.
Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, by poets- as the name is a poet’s, too,
Its letters, although naturally lying
Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando-
Still form a synonym for Truth- Cease trying!
You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.
To My Valentine – Poem by Ogden Nash
More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That’s how much I love you.
I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.
As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That’s how much you I love.
I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.
I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes,
That’s how you’re loved by me.
” To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L. – Poem by Richard Lovelace
“Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ’d to serve her deity:
And warble forth, ye virgins nine,
Some music to my Valentine.
“Her bosom is love’s paradise,
There is no heav’n but in her eyes;
She’s chaster than the turtle-dove,
And fairer than the queen of love:
Yet all perfections do combine
To beautifie my Valentine.
“She’s Nature’s choicest cabinet,
Where honour, beauty, worth and wit
Are all united in her breast.
The graces claim an interest:
All virtues that are most divine
Shine clearest in my Valentine.”
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ’d to serve her deity:
And warble forth, ye virgins nine,
Some music to my Valentine.
“Her bosom is love’s paradise,
There is no heav’n but in her eyes;
She’s chaster than the turtle-dove,
And fairer than the queen of love:
Yet all perfections do combine
To beautifie my Valentine.
“She’s Nature’s choicest cabinet,
Where honour, beauty, worth and wit
Are all united in her breast.
The graces claim an interest:
All virtues that are most divine
Shine clearest in my Valentine.”
A Valentine – Poem by Lewis Carroll
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see
him when he came, but didn’t seem to miss him if he stayed away.
And cannot pleasures, while they last,
Be actual unless, when past,
They leave us shuddering and aghast,
With anguish smarting?
And cannot friends be firm and fast,
And yet bear parting?
And must I then, at Friendship’s call,
Calmly resign the little all
(Trifling, I grant, it is and small)
I have of gladness,
And lend my being to the thrall
Of gloom and sadness?
And think you that I should be dumb,
And full DOLORUM OMNIUM,
Excepting when YOU choose to come
And share my dinner?
At other times be sour and glum
And daily thinner?
Must he then only live to weep,
Who’d prove his friendship true and deep
By day a lonely shadow creep,
At night-time languish,
Oft raising in his broken sleep
The moan of anguish?
The lover, if for certain days
His fair one be denied his gaze,
Sinks not in grief and wild amaze,
But, wiser wooer,
He spends the time in writing lays,
And posts them to her.
And if the verse flow free and fast,
Till even the poet is aghast,
A touching Valentine at last
The post shall carry,
When thirteen days are gone and past
Of February.
Farewell, dear friend, and when we meet,
In desert waste or crowded street,
Perhaps before this week shall fleet,
Perhaps to-morrow.
I trust to find YOUR heart the seat
Of wasting sorrow.
A Valentine Poem – Poem by David Harris
We search the whole world over
trying to find a pure heart there.
Someone who will reach out
with some tender care.
Sometimes we find more than one there.
To all the wonderful ladies
who share a little of my life
this Valentine poem comes to you
to say God Bless
and I love you all.
Have Happy Valentines Day.
Source: Poemhunter
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