"I am reading a few selections from Anne Bradstreet, a puritan poet, and so far have really enjoyed and, I think, understood pretty clearly her thoughts and feelings. I read the poem "My Dear and Loving Husband" and it expresses pretty well my feelings for you, but I have to change it to be from a husband to his wife.
So I will make a few changes in the first four lines and the rest will be untouched. This is how I feel:
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever wife were loved by man, then thee;
If ever wife caused happiness in man,
Compare with me, all husbands, 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.
That while we live, in love let's so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
love you babe,
Bob"
I have always loved this quote by President Spencer W. Kimball, because it describes exactly how Bob has always loved me:
“We need an unspoiled companion who will not count our wrinkles, remember our stupidities nor remember our weaknesses; … we need a loving companion with whom we have suffered and wept and prayed and worshipped; one with whom we have suffered sorrow and disappointments, one who loves us for what we are or intend to be rather than what we appear to be in our gilded shell.”
Bob has always loved me for what I "intend to be" someday. He ignores my faults and treats me as though I'm the most perfect person ever. I'm so lucky to be married to him!

