Anne Bradstreet was the first American colonial female published for her poetry:
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 persever,
That when we live no more we may live ever.
– Anne Bradstreet, 1612 – 1672
I usually try to post an image of passionate love for such romantic posts. But it’s very difficult and time consuming to find couples in which the male looks sufficiently masculine to post on Heroes ‘N Pirates. While searching for images, I came across the painting below and it struck me quite funny as a depiction of romance: “Here. Have this dead thing!” (Two snipes. If people were calling that a meal, no wonder they kept their girlish figures! It reminds me of the line in Napoleon Dynamite, “I caught you a delicious bass.”)