When you are old and gray 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.

 "When You Are Old" by William Butler Yeats



 - And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. - 1 Corinthians 13:13

Happy Valentine's Day!