Saturday, February 21, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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 one is 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 green-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?
James took me out. (Texas Land and Cattle) and we were sitting there eating our food the server comes up to us and hands us a gift card saying someone over there (pointed to the back wall) said to give this to you.. Umm. who is the mystery person? We ask the server of he can point the person out so we can say thank you he said they already gone.
James kept thinking who can if be the person he held the door open for, someone he help out from work, someone we know from vegas, family, or just a random person we have no clue.