Happy Valentine's Day

                                                                     When You Are Old

         When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

        And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

        And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

        Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

        How many loved your moments of glad grace,

        And loved your beauty with love false or true,

        But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

        And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

        And bending down beside the glowing bars
                                                     Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

                                                      And paced upon the mountains overhead

                                                      And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

                                                                                                       ~~  William Butler Yeats

*Woman Falling Asleep While Reading, Painting by Jean Spitzer, who gave me permission to use it in this post.