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.
- by Anne Bradstreet
When I was in high school and read this poem for the first time, I thought "that's the kind of love that I want to have for my husband." I read it every once in a while and thank God that I do. But....I can't say it better than Mrs. Bradstreet
When I was in high school and read this poem for the first time, I thought "that's the kind of love that I want to have for my husband." I read it every once in a while and thank God that I do. But....I can't say it better than Mrs. Bradstreet



