This was my favorite poem for awhile. Still is one of them I think. ^_^ It always made me feel kinda sad and happy at the same time. Like this person really loves someone, and that's happy. But at the same time...the other person doesn't love them back...Don't ya hate that feeling? *sigh* God am I depressing tonight...Anyway, here's the poem!!!

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.  
~William Butler Yeats