by Anne Bradstreet
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 thatthe 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,
Thy heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persevere
Then when we live no more, we may live ever.
Poem found at:
Poets'Corner
Background from
Midi playing is:
Fur Elise
by Ludwig Von Beethoven