Poems for Kids
Everyone is in the mood of celebrating the Valentines Day with great enthusiasm and zeal. The little angles are considered as true messengers of love. Valentines Day is the ultimate day of love and not one should be left out especially the kids. We cannot afford to miss the opportunity to shower all our love and care for them. Make them feel their value in your life and how they have made it meaningful with their presence. One of the best ways of telling this to them is a gift of collection of poems. Pamper your child with the collection of the beautiful poems provided here.
Poems for Kids on Valentine's Day
Cupid
Cupid and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses; Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple on his chin;
All these did my Campaspe win:
And last he set her both his eyes -
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
A Song of Love
Love reckons not by time-
its May days of delight
Are swifter than the falling stars
that pass beyond our sight.
Love reckons not by time-
its moments of despair
Are years that march like prisoners,
who drag the chains they wear.
Love counts not by the sun-
it hath no night or day-
'Tis only light when love is near-
'tis dark with love away.
Love hath no measurements
of height, or depth, or space,
But yet within a little grave
it oft hath found a place.
Love is its own best law-
its wrongs seek no redress;
Love is forgiveness-
and it only knoweth how to bless.
Poems for Kids on Valentine's Day
Cupid
Cupid and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses; Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple on his chin;
All these did my Campaspe win:
And last he set her both his eyes -
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
A Song of Love
Love reckons not by time-
its May days of delight
Are swifter than the falling stars
that pass beyond our sight.
Love reckons not by time-
its moments of despair
Are years that march like prisoners,
who drag the chains they wear.
Love counts not by the sun-
it hath no night or day-
'Tis only light when love is near-
'tis dark with love away.
Love hath no measurements
of height, or depth, or space,
But yet within a little grave
it oft hath found a place.
Love is its own best law-
its wrongs seek no redress;
Love is forgiveness-
and it only knoweth how to bless.
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