Another Love

When the crooked are lovelorn

And the young hidebound,

There will be

Another love

Like ours

When press flowers turn words to dust

And paper boats cross oceans

To make crossed lovers meet

There will be

Another love

Like ours

When the folds of this paper are more permanent

Than the words it holds

And rainbows turn sour cream

When the sure-fire are caught in the crossfire

And the riptide carries home the stranded

There will be another,

Another catastrophe like ours