I Thought That I Was Through With Love Poem by John Bliven Morin

I thought that I was through with love - all through -
When old age at long last caught up with me;
That was before, dear, before I met you.

My weaknesses, which only yesterday were few,
I feel in every bone and junctury;
I thought that I was through with love - all through.

My physical strength - my pride- I knew
Had flown away, with any comely;
That was before, dear, before I met you.

Who’d be attracted to an old man, who,
With whitened locks and furrowed face to see?
I thought that I was through with love - all through.

I believed that all remaining hopes flew
Whatever fleeting years were left to me;
That was before, dear, before I met you.

I thought I could no longer seek to woo,
That love was an impossibility;
I thought that I was through with love - all through -
That was before, dear, before I met you.