If ever two were one, then surely we. <br /> If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. <br /> If ever wife was happy in a man, <br /> Compare with me, ye women, if you can. <br /> I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold <br /> Or all the riches that the East doth hold. <br /> My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, <br /> Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence. <br /> Thy love is such I can no way repay. <br /> The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. <br /> Then while we live, in love let's so persever <br /> That when we live no more, we may live ever.<br /><br />Anne Bradstreet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-dear-and-loving-husband/
