When The Night Comes : Love Poetry

Words are just like shadows on walls of silent rooms .
Woman's a comfort nighttime consumes and she's warm here,
when the night comes .

When the night comes all these whitewashed windows are weeping wet with rain .
When she has left me again and my comfort is gone
and the night comes ,
then the night comes .

Beware when the night comes for love falls,
like echoes in lonely halls .
But love can keep my thoughts from disappearing behind the echoes when the night comes .

People are like walls that close in on you .
I need to have my woman .
I know it's true ,
she gives me comfort when the night comes ,
when the night comes .

By Paul McCann