“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” Yeats
There are various reasons as to why I love this particular stanza from Yeats. Primarily because I can see myself in this woman impassioned with the pilgrim soul and wondered what kind of person it would take to love such a vagabond?
I also think about how we age and how our faces change with the passage of time.
I wonder what kind of person it would take to continue to love a person despite the trials of life and to try to always remember the good times they had together to continue loving that person despite the onset of such change.
And I also wonder about those who have faced love (false or true) and how they have been touched for I truly believe whether good or bad, people come into our lives for a reason and leave a lasting impression….