Monday, February 12, 2007


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 then 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 recompence.
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:

Terri D. said...

Do you have any special Valentine's day plans with hubby? Joe made reservations for us at an upscale authentic Italian restaurant but we're supposed to be getting a snowstorm tomorrow into Wednesday so we might not make it!

Terri said...

Off topic here but do you have any bloggy friends in NJ?

Hannah said...

Awww, that is soooo sweet!