| An Answer to a Valentine My true love sent me a valentine
All on a winter's day,
And suddenly the cold gray skies
Grew soft and warm as May!
The snowflakes changed to apple blooms,
A pink-white fluttering crowd,
And on the swaying maple boughs
The robins sang aloud.
For moaning wintry winds, I heard
The music sweet and low
Of morning-glory trumpets
Through which the soft airs blow.
O love of mine, my Valentine!
This is no winter day---
For Love rules all the calendars,
And Love knows only May
~by Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr |
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?
~Eugene Field
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My Luve is like a Red, Red Rose
O, my luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
O, my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune As fair art thou, my bonie lass
So deep in luve am I
And I will luve thee still, my Dear
Till a' the seas gang dry Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
O I will luve thee still, my Dear
While the sands o' life shall run.
~Robert Burns The red rose whispers of passion,
and the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
and the white rose is a dove;
but I send you a cream-white rose bud,
With a flush on its petal tips;
for the love that is purest and sweetest,
has a kiss of desire on its lips. ~ J.B. O'Reilly It is almost here,
that special time of year.
When hearts and flowers
by the hours
are brought to all who seek;
When kisses swirl and words do peak
into little tufts of cotton candy, my sweet.
So be my love and be my own
and call me on the telephone
or send a card,
that is not hard,
right to my waiting door,
and I'll be yours forevermore.
~ Unknown Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
~1 Corinthians 13:4-8 |
