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 recompetence.
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 persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
A very good love poem. Thy love is such I can no way repay beautiful
This poem shows how deeply disturbed Anne was, as forensics now tells us this must of been after her second murder.
bruh....what kind of drugs were you on when you wrote this? ? ? ? whatever they were, I want five.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Togetherness the keys to a happier destiny...