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How do I begin to tell you how lucky I am
to have you in my life?
I’ll start by saying what an honor it is
for me to be your wife.

You’re my best friend in the good times
and my rock in times of sorrow.
You’re the reason for sweet yesterdays
and my promise for tomorrow.

I never thought I could feel this loved
until I became your wife.
You made this year and every year
the best one of my life.

love poem

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You’re the first thing I think of
Each morning when I rise
You’re the last thing I think of
When I close my eyes

You’re in each thought I have
And every breath I take
My feelings are growing stronger
With every move you make

You’re an angel from above
who takes away my pain
My love for you is so strong
It’s always just the same

You’re the miracle in my life
Who can always make me smile
Just knowing that you care
Makes my life worth-while

You’ve touched my heart and soul
Which you have from the start
Your warm soft words
Will never leave my heart

You are everything I want
You’re so pure and true
I love you with everything I have
And I love everything that you do.

love poem

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Valentine

Valentine

Monsignore,
Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,
Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,
I respectfully salute you,
I genuflect
And I kiss your episcopal ring.

It is not, Monsignore,
The fragrant memory of your holy life,
Nor that of your shining and joyous martyrdom,
Which causes me now to address you.
But since this is your august festival, Monsignore,
It seems appropriate to me to state
According to a venerable and agreeable custom,
That I love a beautiful lady.
Her eyes, Monsignore,
Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflections
On everything that she looks at,
Such as a wall
Or the moon
Or my heart.
It is like the light coming through blue stained glass,
Yet not quite like it,
For the blueness is not transparent,
Only translucent.
Her soul’s light shines through,
But her soul cannot be seen.
It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, infantile, wise
And noble.
She wears, Monsignore, a blue garment,
Made in the manner of the Japanese.
It is very blue-
I think that her eyes have made it more blue,
Sweetly staining it
As the pressure of her body has graciously given it form.
Loving her, Monsignore,
I love all her attributes;
But I believe
That even if I did not love her
I would love the blueness of her eyes,
And her blue garment, made in the manner of the Japanese.

Monsignore,
I have never before troubled you with a request.
The saints whose ears I chiefly worry with my pleas
are the most exquisite and maternal Brigid,
Gallant Saint Stephen, who puts fire in my blood,
And your brother bishop, my patron,
The generous and jovial Saint Nicholas of Bari.
But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,
Do me this favour:
When you this morning make your way
To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses
because of her who sits upon it,
When you come to pay your devoir to Our Lady,
I beg you, say to her:
“Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth,
Has asked me to say that at this moment he is especially grateful to you
For wearing a blue gown”.

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Sunset

Automne


I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds’ commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.

Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament’s swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.

Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates–the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.

These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,-
‘Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!

All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.

O contemplate the heavens! Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.

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લે આ મારી જાત ઓઢાડું તને;
સાહેબા, શી રીતે સંતાડું તને.
કાંઈ પણ બોલ્યા વગર જોયા કરું,
મૌનની મસ્તીથી રંજાડું તને.

હૂબહૂ તારી જ લખવી છે ગઝલ,
તક મળે તો સામે બેસાડું તને.

કો’ક દિ’ એકાંતમાં ખપ લાગશે,
લાવ મારી યાદ વળગાડું તને.

ઘર સુધી આવવાની જિદ્દ ન કર,
ઘર નથી, નહિતર ના પાડું તને?

તું ખલીલ, આકાશને તાક્યા ન કર,
ચાલ છત પર ચંદ્ર દેખાડું તને.

– ખલીલ ધનતેજવી

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હતું અંધારું આભ, ત્યાં ગુલાલ કરી ગઈ!

જરા ઝૂકીને જોઈ રહે જોઈ કાંચનાર,

અને ટહુકીને પૂછે કોઈ પંખી લગાર,

જાણે લજ્જાની વેલ લાલલાલ કરી ગઈ,

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કઈ અણજાણી લ્હેર મને વ્હાલ કરી ગઈ!

જરા લંબાઈ મારગડે જોઈ લીધું કૈંક,

પેલાં કિરણોએ ઝાકળપિયાલે પીધું કૈંક,

ભાન ભૂલેલી સાનનો કમાલ કરી ગઈ,

કઈ અણજાણી લ્હેર મને વ્હાલ કરી ગઈ!!!

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