|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 ‘n sweet ‘n tender
Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine
As when a callow youth ‘n 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 ‘n 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”…!