Friday, May 16, 2008

Romantic poetry for Love

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 you can

I prize thy love more than whole mines og 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 repay,

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

That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Ann Bradstreet