I remember new beginnings,
I recall each searing end
but the middles, oh the middles,
those I’d truly recommend.
The start of a love thing
is all passion, hope and burn,
so much wonder in each shy glance
and much more remains to learn.
The end of a love thing
is all sorrow, loss and pain
oh so sorrowful and tragic
when it happens once again.
But the moments in the middle
when love spreads its cherished wings
are like gifts bestowed upon us;
they are life’s most blessed things.