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.