He
He
Every day is not the same,
For he is not there with his admiring flame,
His beam, his core,
All of which I adore.
I wish I could see him again,
Those sparkling eyes, his admiring soul,
He was the only one,
For whom my heart always roars.
Days are passing by,
And I still pine for him,
He, my backbone, my strength,
My only loved one with an irritating head.
Oh, dear brother!!
I miss you so much.