The Reason

Some things are worth fighting for


Her beauty is misunderstood but not by me.


This love was his to cradle

Beginnings in Endings

When hope is a rainbow, where love is a window (I love him my whole soul)


Simply a sweet micro-rhyme.

Memories of Heaven

Memories are fleeting but forever


There's an entire universe in his gaze which heals my wounds and all...

Weeping Willow

She if often misunderstood for being a storm when she is simply a rainbow after one.


The moon and I, clothed in our own light, outcasts from the sun. We share a similar delight, that is of course the night. Alone, yet one. © Delia Ross. 2019