Duality

 
 I wonder: how does love mature and grow                         
 As seasons move from spring to summer’s bliss                
 Like quiet grassy yards where fireflies glow,                                     
 Sweet rhubarb pie, and nothing seems amiss?                  
 My past attempts at love have gone awry                           
 Two flames that burned with passionate desire                
 Like summer’s heat that scorches grasses dry                    
 Then lightning storms igniting forest fires.                          
 Of late I fluctuate from hope to fear                                    
 For now I have a chance at love once more                        
 But this time know to not be cavalier                                                 
 For true love’s lasting blessings I implore.                           
 Big skies on summer nights’ll light us below                       
 And keep the embers of our love aglow.