Author George Eliot Our finest hope is finest memory; And those who love in age think youth is happy, Because it has a life to fill with love. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments