When The Last Rays Of The Sun Is Shed Poem by Gert Strydom

When the words, the deeds of love are forgot,
when the last rays of the sun is shed
and you remember me not
while I am gone and dead

and all my poems and words are scattered
while the echoes of who I was are mute,
when the world as I know it is shattered
and some people are destitute

someone else will write words of splendour,
while other couples will be of love possessed
and to it they will their lives render
while in works and words they will be blessed

as love never really falters but always go on and on
even when from this earth we are gone.