Every night my dreams fall to you in phases
You gift me hope in gentle giant phrases
You shine on me as bright as Polaris
You write me words like I am their heiress
You tour my dreams and turn my heart to satin
You tread the dark and leave me trails which brighten
You take my fright and turn it into lightning
You are the reason my pen continues writing
© Delia Ross. 2020
My last good rhyme of the year. Ending strong.
I love you! 😍
My LinkTree will take you places: https://linktr.ee/poeeternal
PoeEternal 
Lovely.
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Thank you! Or maybe all thanks goes to my muse? 😍
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In that case, here is to your muse. It is good to see you approaching a new year with such expressions of love.
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He won’t let our love fade out! I iz loved if only ever in this world of poetry and rhyme. We are growing a forest now. It started as a tiny, little seed! Look how much I’ve grown! My little love garden is now the entire world! 😍
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There is beauty in how you have grown, Delia. May your garden someday come to embrace you two in more ways than just here in this world of poetry.
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I don’t think we can! We are a modern-day Romeo and Juliet! 😭
I can’t live without his love! But I’m not allowed it! 😭
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I am sorry, Delia. And yet I still wish more for you and your poet’s heart in this expanding world of yours.
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That’s kind of you, thank you! 🙏
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