Last Love

O, how in our waning days
We love more tenderly and more obsessively. . .
Shine on, shine on, the parting rays
Of our last love, our setting sun!
Shadow's embraced the heavens,
A glow still wanders in the West,-
Hold back, hold back, o dying day,
Prolong, prolong enchantment.
The blood may thin within our veins,
But in our hearts some tenderness still reigns. . .
O you, our final love!
You are both paradise and bane.

by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Comments (7)

Good one..................
An emotional write. Love becomes more pronounced and caring when we grow old. Thanks.
Shadow's embraced the heavens! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Tenderness still reigns in our veins. A great rhyme in a wonderful look at life towards its end.
O' Love Stand for GOD its final its last real ..../// lovely poem
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