Okay, so everytime I read the title of W.B. Yeat's poem "When You Are Old"? I can't help but think of the Killers' Song, "When You Were Young." Messages are completely, totally different, but that's what I think about.
Yes, I know, I need help.
Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I really like this poem. I like how it addresses the permanence of true, real love, not just the frippery that we normally associate with love poems. I like how it didn't gloss over the hardships and how love isn't always kind, sometimes it really hurts and it's difficult to get through, but the reward is so great when you do.
I really liked this.
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