A germ completely wiped out my weekend. But President’s Day offers a chance to also post a love poem for Valentine’s Day.
John and Abigail Adams are remembered not only as the 2nd President of the United States and the 2nd First Lady but also as loving correspondents over their many forced separations.
A selection from a letter from John to Abigail on May 14, 1789:
I pray you come, as soon as possible. As to money you must if you can borrow enough to bring you here. If you cannot borrow enough, you must sell horses, oxen, sheep, cows, anything. If no one will take the place, leave it to the birds of the air and the beasts of the field.Source: PBS
In honor of great love:
Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alterations finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove;
O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
In my book . . . True love stands the test of time.