I Fear Aging More Than I Fear Death

You weren’t my first kiss, you were the first kiss that mattered
For me smiles come easy, with you smiles come from the inside out
A competitor, I know how to win, with you I have learned how to handle loss
Forty years of equal footsteps following an identical path; knowing that I am understood.
Forty years of watching your beauty intensify every day, loving your touch, seeking your heart.

Today I am your strength and you are mine, but a tomorrow will come when my second worst fear may come true and I will lose you. The only alternative is my worst fear, that my strength will fail you.
I will enjoy today and continue to hide my fear of tomorrow