A Poem for Valentine's Day

In my opinion, the English-speaking people are really only great at two things: fighting wars and writing love poems. So we should have a poem for Valentine's Day. This poem was written by Anne Bradstreet, a New England Puritan who lived from 1612 to 1672, and it was published in 1678. It shows that the Puritans were not nearly so cold as later stereotypes made them out:

To My Dear and Loving Husband, by Anne Bradstreet

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