One of my favourite poems – “To my Dear and Loving Husband”, by Ann Bradstreet
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 recompence.
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 persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
We don’t go in for fancy meals, expensive cards, or over-priced bunches of flowers on St Valentine's Day – love is something to practise daily, little acts of thoughtfulness, words of affection – which demonstrate our love, and strengthen our relationship. We love because God first loved us. I hope and pray that we are able to show His love to others too. The full story of the original St Valentine isn’t really clear – but certainly at its heart is the idea of loving self-sacrifice. That is far more important to me than a “"£20 Meal Deal” from Waitrose or M&S.
[Find out more about Mrs Bradstreet here]