Meh, I don’t know... You are a poet. Not a lot of titillating material in the middle. Beginnings are addictive. And oddly enough, so are endings. We all think we long for the comfort of familiarity; of waking up every morning and being sure of what we’ll find there. But the truth is that in the middle, her snores seem a lot less adorable. Its hard not to hurtle towards another emotional high. But the beginning has passed, and you don’t get a do over. So there’s only one place left for intensity of emotion...
When you find the one who maybe doesn’t make your heart flip flop so much as relax, with a sigh of relief, you might be primed for a good long middle stretch.
Your writing may suffer. I will throw you a party, and no one will be taken out to pasture and put out of their misery.