âThat time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Deathâs second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
ââThis thou perceivâst, which makes thy love more strong,
ââTo love that well which thou must leave ere long.â
-William Shakespeare
When you look at me, you can see the autumn. You might even see winter. When you look at me, you can see the little bit of light left. The same light that is replaced by darkness which resembles death. When you look at me, you can see a fresh fire which will burn out on what used fuel it. Youâll see this and it makes your love stronger because you like to love what you know you will loseďżźďżź.
