It's December 1st, morning devotion begins,
My phone flickers with wishes, prayers it sends.
I ponder what has altered, why this sudden cheer,
Ah, ‘tis felicitation season, love's dance, crystal clear.

So let love dance, with feelings bare,
In tender steps and fragile care.
Let caution guide, our hearts aware,
To steer clear of bitterness’ cruel snare,
And avoid the...