One Love Life Poem by Natasa To

We are given only one love life—

not one love,

but one fragile flame

cupped in the hands of time.



It begins as a whisper,

a shy glance across a crowded room,

a heartbeat learning

a new rhythm.



We spend it slowly,

like coins from a velvet pocket—

on laughter that spills past midnight,

on fingers laced in silent promises,

on the soft geography of someone's shoulder

becoming home.



There are seasons in this single love life.

Spring, where everything trembles and blooms.

Summer, warm with certainty and sunlit skin.

Autumn, where we gather what we have grown

and hold it close.

And winter—

when love proves it is more than petals,

more than heat,

but a fire that stays.



We will not love perfectly.

We will bruise each other with words,

forget anniversaries,

lose our way in pride.

Yet love is not the absence of breaking—

it is the choosing,

again and again,

to mend.



One day, the flame will flicker softer.

Hair will silver,

hands will map the years

like well-read pages.

And we will understand

that this one love life

was never about forever—



It was about the moments

we dared to stay,

to forgive,

to lean closer

when walking away was easier.



We are given only one love life.

May we spend it bravely.