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”…!

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