Poetry- The Fruit of Love

Jani says, "Pick up one of the teeny books of love poems you've so often by-passed 'cause you're embarrassed about being poetic with him."

To My  Dear and Loving Husband

by 

Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.

If ever man were loved by wife, than 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;

Then while we live in love let's so persever,

That when we live no more we may live ever.