When I Read The Lover I Will remember This Poem

When you are old
By William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey 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.

"Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged"(Donnadieu 3).

"It has been my face. It's got older still, of course, but less, co,paratively, than it would otherwise have done. It's scored with deep, dry weinkles, the skin is cracked. But my face hasn't collapsed, as some with fine features have done. It's kept the same contours, but its substance has been laid waste. I have a face laid waste"( Donnadieu 4).

It is true that if some one love your soul, love your face laid waste, love your old wrinkle and that man is the only one you should believe and be with him whatever living or death.
When I read this novel, I always think a question about that does the girl loved the man, even once. I do not think he loved her, because he always have a sex with her and let her such as only a prostitude. He love her body not her soul, but l think I'm worry. He love her and I think this love is the forever love, even until he dead. The reason is that after many years ago, he " came up to" her and said that "Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged"(Donnadieu 3). That is the true love.