Moments, My Love Poem by Natasa To

It's not the grandest days I keep,
Nor promises we swore to hold—
It's quiet moments, soft and deep,
That turn our memories into gold.

The way your fingers found my hand,
As if they always knew the way,
Two hearts that somehow understand
What neither one could ever say.

A stolen smile across the room,
Your laughter dancing in the air,
The world could fade into the gloom—
I'd still be happy knowing you're there.

The midnight talks, the morning light,
Your head resting close to mine,
Those little moments felt so right,
As though the stars had drawn the line.

And if someday the years move fast,
And time turns silver every day,
I'll hold these moments from the past
Like pieces time can't take away.

For love is not just hearts that meet,
Or words that promise forevermore—
It's every ordinary heartbeat
That makes us wish for one day more.