A Love That Lasts But Once Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

What a sustaining chance:
A love that lasts but once!

The love I rest in her,
To whom I life refer!

I wouldn't have survived
But Love in which I'd thrived!

But now it is gone...
Seems like I'm woe-begone.

Yet' it's a seeming side -
With warmth I look behind!

She's like far, far away.
My hair have gone gray...

Nay! Hold those moments dear! -
She is not far but near!

A chance in chancy Being
Is like a sated seeing

With aftertaste of sweetness,
The mindful backward witness.

One love for life is given,
The chance fair and even!