Lost Love. Poem by Michael Cochrane

A weeping man holds a yellowing photograph of his lost love. His youth he recalls walking on the cobbles of the village passing the old chapel and the ringing bells toll for mass. A dark haired beauty caught his eye. Green eyes and face of an angel, he gasped and his gaze met hers in an instant he knew he was smitten. Seventy years have passed since then but the memory is forever in his heart.
Michael Cochrane © 2024