If only words were removed from page
And hearts were not full of grey
I’d lift the sun in such a way
Your burdens would just turn to ray
And I’d be there with heart to say
I love you every single day
© Delia Ross. 2020
There’s a good chance my poetry isn’t beautiful at all but it’s just how he makes me feel. Inadvertently, I mean. Because I am nothing and nothing is for me. 👍
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