Friday, 28 August 2009

Poem for the Machinist

TO MY DEAR AND 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 ought 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 more we may live ever.

3 comments:

Josephine Tale Peddler said...

That is lovely Helen. Are you celebrating something special? xx

Joyful said...

Beautiful poem, Helen. Did you write it?

The Daily Connoisseur said...

What a beautiful poem...

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