Monday, September 2, 2013

Anne Broadstreet Poem "To my dear Husband"

To my Dear and Loving Husband

"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 than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cAnneot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
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."
-Anne Broadstreet 

Love was so real and sincere back in the days of early settlement in the America. There's still signs of sincere love everywhere, but nothing close to how much a man and woman loved each other back then.

Don't settle for just anyone. Be still, my heart, and wait patiently.



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