To My Dear and Loving Husband
~ Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought anything but love from thee give
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
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Thanks for the ferris wheel rides, home delivered pizza, televised rugby and all the other things that drive me nuts.
Photo by me: Floriade, Canberra. October 2011.
