Anne Bradstreet
To My Dear and Loving Husband
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 manifold, I pray
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever