"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🌻.