This is about how I still see you in December.

December 1, 2024.

I take a new step at the beginning of the month, at the end of this year.
Just a little—I want to tell a story
about the one who stole my heart, about the one who always made me smile.
As if that was my main job on this earth—to always smile,
to smile because of her sweet presence in this world.

Her name is Defta. That’s all I remember.
Back then, I didn’t know what her name meant.
Did it contain Tellurium? Astatine?
Haha, but I’m sure she was just an ordinary woman
who had the power to melt me.
Yes, thank you for that, Defta.

That day, I felt a little braver,
brave enough to admit that I truly had feelings for her.
I admitted it to myself.
Back then, I was the only one who knew.

Do you know, Defta?
I always wanted to know you more.

That time, I invited her to join
as a Sunday school teacher.
I offered her a small class—not for any particular reason, just an offer.
I believe everyone deserves to serve GOD, the giver of life.
I believed she was also worthy,
worthy of being a kind sister to the children.

For a moment, I felt proud
because you decided to join.
Welcome, sweet one. Welcome to working for our true GOD.
Let’s take pride in our lives,
for we have given our lives
to GOD, and only to Him
have we come this far.

From that moment on, I kept looking at you.
From afar, I kept hoping you knew
that I admired you.
Isn’t that sweet?
When a man like me falls for your captivating charm?

A good beginning carried me through December’s cold,
through the chill of the year’s end.
If I could hope for more, I would.
But among all the men competing for you?
I feel like I am the winner.
I believe I am!

I have found Deogifta—God’s Gift.

Deogifta Graciani Lailossa🌻.

𝄞  I Found You.

Verse 1 :

Music - My Love Songs Are Only for You

We have walked quite far, guided by sweet melodies.
What kind of music do you love?
I want to know.
What is your favorite love song? I want to fall in love.

We share the same music, the ones we both adore.
I can understand you through your beautiful taste in music.
It’s wonderful, it amazes me, because you love music.
You are the melody in my composition, Defta!

Every song holds its own meaning.
If you were my song, let you be my eternal meaning.
Eternal, in every note, every line, every harmony.
The pluck of melodies, the piano, the guitar, and everything!!!

The first song for you, I write it with care,
With feelings, as if you become real through this song.
I love you, the way a writer loves their words,
The way a creator loves their creation,
The way music loves the ears of humanity.

Defta, let’s make music together, not just listen.
But let’s create music together, until the end of time.
Let our song be eternal, even after we are gone.
Let our song hold meaning, even after we are no more.

I have found Deogifta—God’s Gift.

Deogifta Graciani Lailossa🌻.

My First Ice Cream, for You

What if your soulmate is the one who gives you ice cream?
Or perhaps, the one who makes it?
Yes, you love ice cream, that’s so obvious.
Or do you love the ice cream factory instead? Hahaha…

I am not a genie granting three wishes,
Yet you ask me for a soulmate—how surprising!
What if I offer myself instead?
Offering ice cream sold at church.

Sunday, the first Sunday, we became "us."
Your yellow dress, moving closer to me—so sweet you are!
"Would you like some ice cream?" You said yes! That was impressive!
You’re sweeter than that fleeting ice cream!

I was nervous, yet happy—our first day.
I gave you ice cream, just the two of us at the church canteen.
We were so close, I felt at ease, I loved seeing you happy.
Stay with me—you’re fresher than any ice cream.

I have found Deogifta—God’s Gift.

Deogifta Graciani Lailossa🌻.

"To You in November"

Look at the stretches of the sky,
Look into the tiny pores of the falling rain.
The wind blows—cold and calm.
Where, between you and me, do our questions linger?

Defta, what role do you play in my life?
Rama, don’t make things complicated for me.
Defta, are we on the same page?
Rama, don’t let me down!

Love is sometimes complicated when you’re unprepared.
Love is sometimes sweet when both are ready.
Love is two souls meeting in a church.
Love is Defta and Rama, finally confessing everything.

Defta, every day, I almost know your whereabouts—
The path you take home,
The hospital where you find your strength,
Your home, the coziest place when you are weary.

Come closer to me.
Let’s talk about your burdens.
Isn’t sharing the weight a beautiful thing?
If you feel comfortable, make it real.

My love is etched in every gaze I give you,
Making me better with every breath I take.
My essence is loving you more than in those past days.
From the moment you first arrived, I loved you.

"My November blossoms with the feelings I have for you".

I have found Deogifta—God’s Gift.

Deogifta Graciani Lailossa🌻.

"Forgive me if I am rarely by your side".

This is who I am, I have my limits.
Sometimes, I regret not being able to join.
I chose my own world
Instead of getting to know you better back then.

Hey, sweet lady, forgive this man.
I should have come and been there
When you invited me to join.
But I chose to avoid you—because I was afraid.

We only met after the youth service,
On Saturdays, on Sundays—that was all.
The only chance I had
To touch your hand and enjoy your smile.

This poem makes me understand
The feelings within a moment of life,
That, in the end, you cannot choose
Who you fall in love with.

And now, I am cherishing it,
Growing even closer to you.
Don't go, stay here with me—
Maybe just for a while, but if you wish…

"Stay with me forever".

I have found Deogifta—God’s Gift.

Deogifta Graciani Lailossa🌻.

If You Were My Flower

I remember a few things in mid-October,
When the wind whispered softly, carrying your image in my thoughts.

What do we understand about this connection?
What do you feel? Tell me...
Does your heart resonate with this feeling too?
Because just by looking at you, I feel alive again.

What if I step closer? Will I be okay?
Maybe I am not worthy… because you are too beautiful, aren’t you?
Hey, sweet one, who are you, really?
You have melted a once-hardened fighter in an instant.

Sometimes, I sit and eat with everyone, and I see you.
Sometimes, I exercise with them, and I see you.
Sometimes, I go to church at 10 AM, and I see you.
Seeing you… seeing you… seeing you…
Truly, I melt in that gaze.

We never made a promise, but I know,
Defta is worth fighting for.
With your charm, you give me the courage
To step closer, to hope.

If you read this, Defta,
I want you to know—through these words:
"I have fallen in love with you. My love has bloomed and taken root."
"It stays, with the belief that one day, you will be mine."
"One day, you will hold my hand and tell the world..."

Speak to the world, my dearest one!.....

You are beautiful, in every way.
You are kind, in every sense.
You are sweet, in every second.
And you… will be with me, forever. Forever, because God knows this love.

I have found Deogifta—God’s Gift.

Deogifta Graciani Lailossa🌻.