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 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 heavens reward thee manifoldmanifold In abundance, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
-Anne Bradstreet
Poetry
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A wonderful poem, and the love is explained with such fervor and dedication, thanfs for sharing.
sorry misspelled thanks