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.