Love Will Find the Lost

[couchgrouch]

Love Will Find the LostWe met in Montana, she'd come from Jackson Holeher eyes are blueberries, her hair is flaxen goldI heard she'd been widowed, or maybe divorcedit seemed her kiss was salted, with tears of remorseshe loved me with the sadness, and beauty of autumn leavesall of them kept moving, just like refugeeswe'd make love in the desert, sweat and sand on our skinthe big sky seemed to whisper, wherever we've beenlove will find the lostlove will find the lostthe pages of my mem'ry, are worn and dog-earedwinds of song and whiskey, open them to that yearshe always kept her distance, even when lying closesome hearts are most afraid of, what they love the mostand like a man who's dying, goes wild before he's gonethe night before she left me, she loved me hard n strongsome said she walked a graveyard, haunted by a manshe still kept my dreams comp'ny, because if it canlove will find the lostregardless of the costor rivers it must crossno heart gets left behindbecause love will findlove will find the lostI knew if I forgot her, my pain would go awaybut it might take feelings, I wanted to stayand I was glad the morning, she turned up on my porchlike me the hand of fate knew how, to carry a torchthough she'll always mourn shadows, yesterday has castI know when we make love, we make it to lastso I'll never be jealous, of the man that's laid to restno...I find it a comfort, that in this world and the nextlove will find the lostregardless of the costor rivers it must crossno soul gets left behindbecause love will findlove will find the lost(c)2004 Robert George