What Sort of Love Have We?

I wonder

be it aloud or in slumber

what sort of love have we?

Is it the type that causes fire

or does our whimsy bring raindrops

Are we beloved in psalms and verse

or do we sing in a tone so loud that only

the owls can hear it in the middle of the night?

Will we be legends in our romance

or folly in our advances?

Will we burn the sky?

or freeze the lonely hearts that come after us?

What sort of love have we?