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To my Sweet and Wonderful Husband. I found this poem in an old Literature book and I am dedicating it to you. It is by Anne Bradstreet!
"If ever two were one, then surely we,
If ever man were loved by wifey, 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 teh East doth hold,
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heaves reward thee manifold, I pray,
Then while we live, in love let's so perserver,
That when we live no more we may live ever. |
