Anne Bradstreet, "To My Dear and Loving Husband"
This poem takes me back to my wedding day, six years ago. I gave this poem as a wedding favor to all of my guests. I made scrolls out of parchment and wooden rods and hand tied it with twine.
It was not the gift that really mattered, but what the poem meant to me. How I wanted everyone in the world to know my love for my husband; the devotion I have for him; how much I prized his love for me and I for him.
"...I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench..."
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