New Love - New Life

I thought my heart was death chilled,
I thought its fires were cold;
But the new love, the new love,
It warmeth like the old.
I thought its rooms were shadowed
With the gloom of endless night;
But the new love, the new love,
It fills them full of light.


There are phases in life where the day just is another day; a week just another week. After a separation from a partner or in the midst of burnout. Or after a long night at the bar upon waking up in the morning. Perhaps, this is such a moment for the lyric I in Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s poem “The New Love.” It is a time of solitude and grey everyday life for this lyric I. it does not seem like it is just a beloved person that is gone but a life, a past full of memories that lead to grief and the wish for a new love – and a new life. In those moments of routine, one may be inclined to think “is this it? Life?” or “Life sucks” – in those moments, certainly! What would one give for a fresh start, a new life somewhere else. New life, new name, new apartment – or at least, new apartment decoration? 

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