My Valentine!
Oh lady! Too much affection for thee,
A pervert intoxicate are surely thine;
How cruel thou are unwanting me,
Yet thou still my valentine.
I’m standing firm and uphold my love,
Even though my heart are wrung and repined;
My final high as trembling dove,
Too exhausting to be my valentine.
This love affect me no more,
Alter my vows into tasteless wine;
I’m not the companion thou adore,
Farewell to thee my valentine!
poem by Instalasi Sastra
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Oh Valentine, Valentine
Oh Valentine, Valentine! Won't you be mine?
Words called out to my one so divine
If the feeling is mutual then let heart intertwine
Oh Valentine, Valentine! I'll never find
Oh Valentine, Valentine! I'm lost in the lust
One look and I'm trembling, afraid and nervous
With hope that an angel will help from above
Oh Valentine, Valentine! A one sided love
Oh Valentine, Valentine! Won't you be mine?
On this one day of yearning, when souls intertwine
My brittle heart breaks upon words of decline
Oh Valentine, Valentine! You'll never be mine
poem by Keli'i Rice
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On the Lady Elizabeth, and Count Palatine Being Married on St. Valentine's Day
Hail Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,
All the air is thy Diocese,
And all the chirping choristers
And other birds are thy parishioners,
Thou marryest ever year
The lyric Lark, and the grave whispering Dove,
The Sparrow that neglects his life for love,
The household bird, with the red stomacher;
Thou maks't the black bird speed as soon,
As doth the Goldfinch, or the Halycon;
The husband cock looks out, and straight is sped,
And meets his wife, which brings her feather-bed.
This day more cheerfully than ever shine,
This day, which might enflame thy self, old Valentine.
Till now, thou warmd'st with mutiplying loves
Two larks, two sparrows, or two doves,
All that is nothing unto this,
For thou this day couplest two Phoenixes;
Thou mak'st a Taper see
What the sun never saw, and what the Ark
(Which was of fowls, and beasts, the cage and park,)
Did not contain, one bed contains, through thee,
Two Phoenixes, whose joined breasts
Are unto one another mutual nests,
Where motion kindles such fires, as shall give
Young Phoenixes, and yet the old shall love.
Whose love and courage never shall decline,
But make the whole year through, thy day, O Valentine.
Up then fair Phoenix bride, frustrate the Sun,
Thy self from thine affection
Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye
All lesser birds will take their jollity.
Up, up, fair bride, and call
Thy stars, from out their several boxes take
Thy rubies, pearls and diamonds forth, and make
Thy self a constellation of them all,
And by their blazing, signify,
That a Great Princess falls, but doth not die;
Be thou a new star, that to us portends
Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends.
Since thou dost this day in new glory shine,
May all men date records from this thy Valentine. . .
poem by John Donne
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My Lady Valentine!
Oh, lady shine,
Thy beauty so fine;
I wish thou be mine,
In this sweet valentine!
My little secret twine,
Of a nymph and bloody wine;
In love that surely thine,
I still revere and repine.
I’m straying in love line,
And stumbled in the chamber number nine;
Where thy beauty shine,
In hue of my sweetest valentine!
poem by Instalasi Sastra
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If You Would Be My Valentine
If you would be my valentine
My heart would surely glow
And if you'd be my valentine
I'd want the world to know
If you would be my valentine
My eyes could finally rest
For my heart already knows
That you would be the best
If you would be my valentine
I would want the world to see
That I have found the perfect valentine
The one just for me
If you would be my valentine
My world would be much brighter
So put those precious arms around me
And hold me that much tighter
If you would be my valentine
My heart might do flips
For when I think of you
It already begins its skips
If you would be my valentine
My eyes would surely shine
So won't you please tell me YES
THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE.
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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If You Would Be My Valentine
If you would be my valentine
My heart would surely glow
And if you'd be my valentine
I'd want the world to know
If you would be my valentine
My eyes could finally rest
For my heart already knows
That you would be the best
If you would be my valentine
I would want the world to see
That I have found the perfect valentine
The one just for me
If you would be my valentine
My world would be much brighter
So put those precious arms around me
And hold me that much tighter
If you would be my valentine
My heart might do flips
For when I think of you
It already begins its skips
If you would be my valentine
My eyes would surely shine
So won't you please tell me YES
THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE
wrote 2/3/2008 by Norman Hale Jr.
poem by Norman Hale
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Be My Valentine
You can be my Valentine,
You're beautiful,
Like a rose.
My love,
Love me today,
Love me tomorrow.
My Love,
Please listen,
I always love you.
My Love, I say,
I miss you always,
More than ever.
Be with me now,
To touch my heart,
To knit my souls with yours.
You will be always
My Valentine, and
My Love.
Happy Valentine to You.
Lot of Love,
My Love,
My Valentine,
Be My Valentine.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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If You Were My Valentine
If you were my valentine,
I would be there in the morning
To see you when you open your eyes,
Before the sun wakes and the day begins.
To shower your bed with a hundred rose pedals
Until there's a garden around you
And yet you would still be the prettiest flower.
If you were my valentine.
If you were my valentine,
This day would belong to you
I would take you anywhere you want to go
And we could get away from the rest of the world
Till the moon rises in the sky and the sun says goodbye.
Together, just you and I
If you were my valentine.
If you were my valentine
I would do anything to see you smile
And I could be your teddy-bear,
With only hugs and kisses to share
If you were my valentine.
I could be your prince,
And you could be my princess
If you were my valentine
This poem would be yours, and so would I
If you were my valentine.
To An Inconstant Mistress
I loved thee once, I'll love no more,
Thine be the grief as is the blame,
Thou art not what thou wast before,
What reason I should be the same?
He that can love unloved again
Hath better store of love than brain;
God send me love my debts to pay,
While unthrifts fool their love away.
Nothing could have my love o'erthrown,
If thou hadst still continued mine;
Nay, if thou hadst remained thine own,
I might perchance have yet been thine.
But thou thy freedom did recall,
That it thou might elsewhere enthrall,
And then how could I but disdain
A captive's captive to remain?
When new desires had conquered thee,
And changed the object of thy will,
It had been lethargy in me,
Not constancy, to love thee still;
Yea, it had been a sin to go
And prostitute affection so,
Since we are taught no prayers to say
To such as must to others pray.
Yet do thou glory in thy choice,
Thy choice of his good fortune boast;
I'll neither grieve, nor yet rejoice
To see him gain what I have lost.
The height of my disdain shall be
To laugh at him, to blush for thee;
To love thee still, but go no more
A-begging at a beggar's door.
poem by Sir Robert Aytoun
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A Valentine's Day Message
May the Valentine's Day spirit fill your heart
With love and joy on this special day.
A time to exchange messages - a spirit of love,
Sentimental verses sent in a poetic way.
Valentine's Day has long been a day of romance,
A sparkle of love glowing in the heart,
A tribute to your love one so precious and dear,
Where the tradition of Saint Valentine plays a part.
May Valentine's Day be extra special to you
With the beauty of red roses to proudly show,
And the symbol of a heart and cupid with arrow and bow
That will enlighten your heart with a festive glow.
May you have joy and satisfaction unending
Bestowing to love one jewelry, candy or flowers
To prove your sincere affection on Valentine's Day
With memorable, happy and unforgettable hours.
May those you love surround you
To share and cherish this Valentine's Day,
May the spirit of Saint Valentine, the patron saint,
Come into your life and forever stay.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art
O Nightingale! thou surely art
A creature of a "fiery heart":--
These notes of thine--they pierce and pierce;
Tumultuous harmony and fierce!
Thou sing'st as if the God of wine
Had helped thee to a Valentine;
A song in mockery and despite
Of shades, and dews, and silent night;
And steady bliss, and all the loves
Now sleeping in these peaceful groves.
I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed;
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song -- the song for me!
poem by William Wordsworth
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Intrigue
THOU art my love
And thou art the peace of sundown
When the blue shadows soothe
And the grasses and the leaves sleep
To the song of the little brooks
Woe is me.
Thou art my love,
And thou art a storm
That breaks black in the sky
And, sweeping headlong,
Drenches and cowers each tree
And at the panting end
There is no sound
Save the melancholy cry of a single owl
Woe is me!
Thou art my love
And thou art a tinsel thing
And I in my play
Broke thee easily
And from the little fragments
Arose my long sorrow
Woe is me.
Thou art my love
And thou art a weary violet
Drooping from sun-caresses.
Answering mine carelessly
Woe is me.
Thou art my love
And thou art the ashes of other men's love
And I bury my face in these ashes
And I love them
Woe is me.
Thou art my love
And thou art the beard
On another man's face
Woe is me.
Thou art my love
And thou art a temple
And in this temple is an altar
And on this altar is my heart
Woe is me.
Thou art my love
And thou art a wretch.
Let these sacred love-lies choke thee
For I am come to where I know your lies as truth
And your truth as lies
Woe is me.
Thou art my love
And thou art a priestess
And in thy hand is a bloody dagger
And my doom comes to me surely
Woe is me.
Thou art my love
And thou art a skull with ruby eyes
And I love thee
Woe is me.
Thou art my love
And I doubt thee
And if peace came with my murder
Then would I murder
Woe is me.
Thou art my love
And thou art death
Aye, thou art death
Black and yet black
But I love thee
I love thee
Woe, welcome woe, to me.
poem by Stephen Crane
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Love—thou art high
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Love—thou art high—
I cannot climb thee—
But, were it Two—
Who know but we—
Taking turns—at the Chimborazo—
Ducal—at last—stand up by thee—
Love—thou are deep—
I cannot cross thee—
But, were there Two
Instead of One—
Rower, and Yacht—some sovereign Summer—
Who knows—but we'd reach the Sun?
Love—thou are Veiled—
A few—behold thee—
Smile—and alter—and prattle—and die—
Bliss—were an Oddity—without thee—
Nicknamed by God—
Eternity—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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My Used Valentine
Will you be my valentine?
My prize to show and brag?
Will you be the girl I can use,
to show my masculinity?
Valentine oh Valentine,
What is meant to be?
Am I just a lover's tool,
To popularity?
What is a real valentine,
a girl to love and hold?
Or truly is it love abroad
A love so strong and bound
As if strewn by a rod.
Valentines can be used or new
Depending on the question
Is this valentine card really true?
Or just a piece of paper just scribbled down by you.
Thank you, my used valentine.
Give to Love
Love came knocking on thy door
With you in sight to love and adore
But thine did give
All that thou have and
need to live?
You gave thine lips for love to speak
You gave thine heart for love's heart's weak
You gave thine face, to love to trace
its tears across thee a sorrowful place
thou give to thy loss when it comes to love!
You gave thine soul to love's control
You gave love thy hand to hold
You gave thy feet for love to kiss
You gave thy happiness to love's bliss
You gave thy breast for love to touch
You gave thine body for love to clutch.
But what did love give thee?
Love took and took and left thee with nothing!
With nothing now you are at peace, thou art free!
This is what love did to me!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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My Sweet Valentine Acrostic
M y lady Valentine is my loved one
in my heart she marked as only one.
letting the time consumes our youth
in the end my love still holds the oath.
zest fills up the moments that we care
as sweet Valentine always there to share.
Part of my heart and soul is my Valentine
i can not thrive this life if she gets off line.
zenith where my dream for my sweet Valentine
a love we both cherish and savor for all time.
real are the laughter my loved one has shown
real as the tears I wiped dry which flood her eyes;
oh sweet Valentine how lucky I am to possessed you.
Bright are my hopes for my lady Valentine
reaching for the stars she shall be forever mine.
a promise to love her amidst all life's turmoil
to protect, care for her welfare and not spoil.
oh sweet Valentine how happy I am to love you.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Valentine Poem
V..... is for Valentine; you are my only Valentine
A..... is for I will Always be yours
L..... is for Love at its most extreme
E..... is for Everlasting love; Ecstatic love.
N..... is for Never-ending love
T..... is for we will Always be Together forever
I..... is for you being Intelligent and Innocent;
N..... is for Natures naughty way of saying I love you to
E..... is for Eternity our love is so ever lasting
You are my Valentine
Valentine is Your name
It's the name I will call
My sweet, sweet Valentine.
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poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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I Said to Love.
I said to Love,
"It is not now as in old days
When men adored thee and thy ways
All else above;
Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the One
Who spread a heaven beneath the sun,"
I said to Love.
I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in judgment when,
With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
I said to him.
I said to Love,
"Thou art not young, thou art not fair,
No faery darts, no cherub air,
Nor swan, nor dove
Are thine; but features pitiless,
And iron daggers of distress,"
I said to Love.
"Depart then, Love! . . .
- Man's race shall end, dost threaten thou?
The age to come the man of now
Know nothing of? -
We fear not such a threat from thee;
We are too old in apathy!
Mankind shall cease.--So let it be,"
I said to Love.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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I said to Love
I said to Love,
"It is not now as in old days
When men adored thee and thy ways
All else above;
Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the One
Who spread a heaven beneath the sun,"
I said to Love.
I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in judgment when,
With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
I said to him.
I said to Love,
"Thou art not young, thou art not fair,
No elfin darts, no cherub air,
Nor swan, nor dove
Are thine; but features pitiless,
And iron daggers of distress,"
I said to Love.
"Depart then, Love!
Man's race shall perish, threatenest thou,
WIthout thy kindling coupling-vow?
The age to come the man of now
Know nothing of?
We fear not such a threat from thee;
We are too old in apathy!
Mankind shall cease.. -
So let it be,"
I said to Love.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not
Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not,
When I against my self with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee when I forgot
Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon?
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon my self with present moan?
What merit do I in my self respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind:
Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Not My Valentine
Please can I be your Valentine
I'm just a little nut.
I'll spoil you with Italian wine
I'll sing outside your hut.
You say you have your Valentine
and that you love me, but
the other one brought better wine:
Your Valentine I'm not.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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