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 woman, 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 love, in love let's so persever,
that when we love no more,
we may live ever.

Amen.

Author unknown to me.
Dedicated with love and tenderness to my husband Imad !