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🌻.