I was all darkness, cold and gas
A baby stellar nursery forming with mass
But along lit my flame when it was you who came to pass
I’d give you every bit of starlight if ever you would ask

© Delia Ross. 2020

I already had a poem with Starlight as the title. Totally forgot about this one. And it’s a good one. I’m getting ready to put a book together of love poems but my god I’ve written so much poetry in the last two years and it is not organized at all- I need your help. I need you to come organize my poetry like Pamela did for Jim Morrison because I’m Morrison’s daughter and just as disorganized poetically. People have even told me I possess a room like Morrison when I walk into it (pre war days). I’m a mess. Helps. 💞

I love you so hard, don’t I baby?

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