To His Coy Mistress - Andrew Marvell

           Although this man wishes he had all the time in the world to prove and show his love to his mistress, life and youth do not last forever. He says that he wishes he could take two hundred life times’ just to adore each breast and another hundred years to praise her eyes and her forehead gaze. He understands that soon he won’t want her like he does now because she will grow old. Her youthful hue that sits on her skin like morning dew will transpire. He proposes that they should take all of their passion and instead of slowly letting it grow like he wishes that they bundle it up into one ball and tear there pleasure with rough strife. This poem reminds me a lot of the famous movie The Notebook. I feel that, that couple had so much passion and in one nights time gave into each other and let their love grow not slowly by spending tons and tons of time together, but by giving everything to the other in that one night of youthful hood.