Should your arm become my umbrella
The way you carry my sorrow through the storm
And hope is now more stellar
Where love is finally born

Should fingers be the compass
Guiding me to light
So love is the only language
We’ll ever learn to write?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I mostly freestyle / improv my poetry so I dunno if it’s any good or not.

But I love you

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