Love that Well...

That time of year thou mayst in me behold...

In me thou see’st 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.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

(on more levels than one)

Shakespeare, Sonnet 73