If We Are Like a Paper Box

If we, are like a paper box, put together with care,
Then our love fits the paper
That folded the box, with that special care.
Now if, our love fits the paper,
And we seal the box,
Per say what is the feeling enclosing?
Is it not the color angled on the box,
Changing in every light?
Is this not us? Is this not love?

If so, if the box is not creased,
And not fitted with care,
How can it survive?
Will it just fall apart?
Will the pieces crumble?
What if we could not fit,
The lost pieces together again?

What if they disappeared,
Into the night, into the mist
Lost forever, in another world
Lost to us, lost to love,
Lost to the box,
That is our love, that is us.

What if we lost, lost the box,
Lost the feeling, lost everything?
Could we bring back the box,
Bring back our love,
Bring back the care,
Would we ever let it go?