As The Evening Comes. Poem by Michael Cochrane

As The Evening Comes.



When the shadows come and daylight has gone, my heart thinks on you.
Sometimes in our life we have
loss, but there's always tomorrow.
You gave me life, joy and happiness, without you the sorrow remains.
We are all like a drop of water in the sea, and a leaf in the wind.
Love hurts and I miss you more than I could ever say in words.

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