I nearly read this at our wedding dinner and also at his funeral. Instead I offer it now, nearly a year after his death, in the hopes he can somehow hear the words, as true for me as for the author, Anne Bradstreet, who wrote them over 300 years ago. Some things never change.
TO MY DEAR & 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 aught 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 persevere That when we live no move we may live ever.