Love is Like a....

Love Poem:

At Last
By: Elizabeth Akers Allen

At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close—at last at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,—
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,—
The marks where
Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,—
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!

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Theme: The author of the poem, "At Last" is writing about finding long awaited love and feeling loved at last. She writes that although she is growing old and is not pretty/young anymore, she is so relieved and joyful that someone loves her for who she is. When she writes, "I count no more my wasted tears" she is implying that she is no longer sad and does not dwell in the loneliness and sadness of her tears. The poet uses the metaphor, "Not oft the robin comes to build/Its nest upon the leafless bough" to delineate that it is not often that a "not so beautiful" or young or "fresh" woman can find a man that loves her. But she did find that man and is writing of her joy.

Love is like glue. Sticking onto the ones you love and refusing to let go. Yet it is not permanent. If there is too much pulling, things can fall apart and is difficult to join together again.

~H