Usually poetry doesn't do much for me. This particular poem by Anne Bradstreet grabbed me in high school, long before we ever met, and its always been my favorite.
To My Dear And Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd 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 East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
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 persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
3 comments:
These expressions bring profound gratefulness and joy to our hearts. We love you both very much, Mom and Dad
Like your folks, it thrills my heart to see you so content and so well-loved. God certainly made a great match in you and Martin. Love you, BA!
I remember that poem from highschool as well! Happy Anniversary!
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