Wife Valentines Day Poems | Examples
These Wife Valentines Day poems are examples of Valentines Day poems about Wife. These are the best examples of Valentines Day Wife poems written by international poets.
The dawn breaks slowly over mountains of gold,
Its light a promise that stories unfold.
Your eyes, twin flames in the morning mist,
Guide the wanderer whose heart has been cold.
Though distance divides and years part,
Love's thread remains, strong and bold.
Through all the seasons,
I carry your spirit,timelessly told.
And in my final breath,I whisper your name,
Pheko,Bother Of Solly
Bill gives wife flowers
anticipating his kiss
Sue’s ruby lips part
she bursts into tears
the red roses are plastic
Sue screams "YOU MISER!"
Bill tries to tell her
bouquet shows his endless love…
Sue refuses sex!
There is a day, they say, that’s marked for love.
A time with rhyme, that feelings are expressed.
The air is clear, the sun is bright
And hearts held dear make footsteps light;
When words are shed like layered clothes
To leave our hearts undressed.
True love goes unbequethed to time.
It knows no earthly bound.
It lingers deep within the touch
Of whispers and of sound.
It’s in the fabric of our soul
It sparks the breath of life,
Within the depth of all it’s meaning
I have found a wife.
This day, like all my other days,
I hold for you alone.
My love, my heart, my everything - is you;
And in the quiet moments
That become our growing years,
The days we share, like dollars saved,
Remain, alas, too few.
Dear Valentine.
It all began in 1970, some 55 valentines ago.
Initially, there was a beautiful citing of YOU.
And quite suddenly, there was a thought of US.
That thought led to a longing desire for execution.
Deep within me was a fixating calculation of means.
The actual procument of resources came next,
Which led to a joyous celebration of YOU and ME.
Resulting in pure elation and satisfaction.
Happy Valentine, my bride.
in our secret world
lips to lips
our hearts in passion
pound
our needs
in whispers sound
pleasure's fever
in desire unchained
the crescendo choir
of words
fans the fire
love floats
on thermals
of
kissing
missing minutes
become
hours
in the longing
to give
to receive
to touch
cuddle
& caress
she
my
valentine
Barbara Valentine Sublime!
May I be your Valet?
Drive your Horse & Buggie?
Spark your Wish Come True!
Blooma “Bootiful” as a Lily of the Valley,
Here are 3 kisses & a “huggie”,
May Shalom Beis thus accrue!
Warm envelope addressed to our foray,
To Brookside where Crocuses Tug Ye,
Roses are Red & so my bowing knee,
My ears are yours to listen to your dream anthology!
My Best Friend Canine Valentine
We love our Newfoundlander Mo to pieces
Slobbery greetings drench my wife, son and nieces
A hound sweet and chivalrous
A French kiss he’ll deliver us
As canine Cupid’s bow draws back and releases
What a wonderful coincidence
I wanted to share with you if I may,
Pressed my code needed for validation,
And three ***’s came up yippee,
Not only for me,
So, sending everyone kisses galore,
It’s still Valentine’s Day and moving,
Towards an evening of romance,
Who is your secret love you adore,
Your betrothed or your partner,
Your love across the seas,
Your wife or your husband, your girlfriend,
your boyfriend,
Whoever it is, hope you have the time
Of your life, remember everyone gets
Three ***’s kisses [more.]
It is not about gazing,
into the eyes of a lover.
But standing side by side,
sharing life with one another.
It is not about a fancy house,
a fine car or golden wedding band.
It’s how my heart begins to quake,
at the slightest touch of your hand.
It’s about the joy I have,
when your love is in my heart.
It is about the sadness I feel,
whenever we are apart.
I know the world has many poems,
that paint this day in a different hue.
But none of them can yet describe,
how much ‘I Love You’.
I will put my two cents in,
and join this Valentine’s Day craze.
To tell my wife I love her,
this particular lover’s day.
No need to pay attention,
to all those silly made-up things.
Because every day I feel,
the happiness that your love brings.
No. She's not an angel;
Of this I am certain.
For she is very much a mortal
and seeks no other identity.
She's only human
She's just a woman
I love her. She loves me.
Of this I am certain
Moreover, from where I sit, neither
hypocrisy nor selfishness exists.
On the contrary, she models purity
of purpose and exemplifies Truth.
Her love for others is deep.
She's strong and she is weak.
Her strength defies her weakness,
rendering it limited and ineffective.
Yes. She is a saint;
Of this I am certain;
For she is a par above
and highly connected to God.
Both her tears and her laughter
exude a captivating aroma with a
divine fragrance that compels me
to give attention and high regard.
And I? I am blessed to be her husband.
She's God's gift to me above all others.
I have been married to her for 50-plus years.
Valentine '24 will be our 54th Valentine together.
As I look in awe, at the fully bloomed rose bush, sit in snow
I think- "Go get my camera" my wife would love to see them
(Not)- Instead, I'll hand-pick some to give 'em to her on Valentines day
That week was the farmer’s convention
Their ladies at home sought attention
Twas Valentine’s night
Thought I’d do alright
I had quite a naughty intention
The farmer’s young wife caught my eye
She hid my car keys; I asked why
She said, sounding flirty,
“D’ya wanna get dirty?
Your car keys are in the pig-sty.”
I was told she’s an outrageous flirt
When I told her she looked pretty hurt
She said, “It’s a lie
they tell because I…
have got nothing on under my skirt.”
I said, “Let’s have a drink and then dine.”
She said, “Dry White would go down just fine.”
“A Large one?” I asked
She said, “Boy! You’re fast,
Can you wait till I’ve finished my wine?”
If I thought I was in for some fun
I was shocked when my plan came undone
The farmer returned
My backside was burned
I won’t say where he pointed his gun
Knowing your name will save my life.
Get me out of a whole lot of strife.
If it would be all the same
Dearest lady, tell me your name.
Its nice to know the name of my future wife.
Valentine limericks can be funny
Flowers and candy cost lots of money
But I love my wife
And value my life
So I’ll buy her both and call her ‘honey’