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 cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can in no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let us so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
-Anne Bradstreet (1612-72)
Standing on the outer edge of summer, as I am,
I am most grateful to my husband who insisted
we take a vacation when I was content to focus
on my list of things that really needed to get done instead.
He was right, I was wrong....
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