I do not miss the beginning -
The school girl crush ,
The lust,
The blush.

The middle suits me fine.
Content to know
That your hand will always fit in mine.

The fire has not turned to ash ,
The spark still remains.
But now it is accompanied by
A beautiful rain,
That comes with age,

The end grows closer
With every passing day.
Our end does not.
A lingering love will last ; immortal -