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Secret Valentines, Happy valentines to everyone!
A secret between two hearts in love
Who smile in silence alone
Their love is hidden from the eye
But to them it is seen and known
It was an unlikely love
neither expected each other
But now in the silence of love
They are now the loved and the lover
They are fine with this secret their keeping
Though the world they do wish to tell
That they have found their one true love
And so madly in love they fell
But in silence, alone, they celebrate
A love without end or measure
They cannot forget all the smiles shared
And how much in it they pleasure
The girl does love him so
But she was born too late to claim him
And the man would have her forever
But he cannot just leave on a whim
So in secret they love each other
And have faith in the love they share
And they shall love each other forever
For the love that they've found is rare
Their love cannot be swayed
Too brightly for both it shines
They are happy to love in silence
For they are secret valentines
Who smile in silence alone
Their love is hidden from the eye
But to them it is seen and known
It was an unlikely love
neither expected each other
But now in the silence of love
They are now the loved and the lover
They are fine with this secret their keeping
Though the world they do wish to tell
That they have found their one true love
And so madly in love they fell
But in silence, alone, they celebrate
A love without end or measure
They cannot forget all the smiles shared
And how much in it they pleasure
The girl does love him so
But she was born too late to claim him
And the man would have her forever
But he cannot just leave on a whim
So in secret they love each other
And have faith in the love they share
And they shall love each other forever
For the love that they've found is rare
Their love cannot be swayed
Too brightly for both it shines
They are happy to love in silence
For they are secret valentines
On Talking To An Old Maldivian Man
"So many years since nineteen thirty three, When I came here from Northern Male' atoll,
I dug trenches with strong work hardened men, And I was only barely nineteen then
A migrant half a world away from home, The loneliness of the exile I have known.
At twenty years I met my wife to be, A dark haired rose of Himmafushi
Marie was seven months older than me, When we settled down to start a family.
The happiest years of life that I did know, She bore me children Hassan and Hawwa
Two healthy children and a loving wife, What more could any one man ask of life? .
I worked as contract drainer 'by the yard, The money quite good though the work was hard, A young migrant in a great and new Country, I made good use of opportunity.
Though that was years and years and years ago, On looking back those years did quickly flow, My shoulders drooped, my legs grown weak and slow
And look at me now my hair as white as snow.
The loneliest I have been for years and years, Marie is dead 'his eyes filled up with tears'
She was good wife and she meant so much to me"
'I pitied him that son of Maldives'. I pitied him for his great sense of loss
In his twilight years his was a heavy cross, An old man he must face the end alone
Without the greatest friend he'd ever known.
I dug trenches with strong work hardened men, And I was only barely nineteen then
A migrant half a world away from home, The loneliness of the exile I have known.
At twenty years I met my wife to be, A dark haired rose of Himmafushi
Marie was seven months older than me, When we settled down to start a family.
The happiest years of life that I did know, She bore me children Hassan and Hawwa
Two healthy children and a loving wife, What more could any one man ask of life? .
I worked as contract drainer 'by the yard, The money quite good though the work was hard, A young migrant in a great and new Country, I made good use of opportunity.
Though that was years and years and years ago, On looking back those years did quickly flow, My shoulders drooped, my legs grown weak and slow
And look at me now my hair as white as snow.
The loneliest I have been for years and years, Marie is dead 'his eyes filled up with tears'
She was good wife and she meant so much to me"
'I pitied him that son of Maldives'. I pitied him for his great sense of loss
In his twilight years his was a heavy cross, An old man he must face the end alone
Without the greatest friend he'd ever known.
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