A Brother
Serenity is fleeting
A butterfly, a blink
And as He nods, so slowly yawns
I catch a grin, a wink
He doesn't know how wonderful
How special, how unique
His cheesy jokes, His curly hair
The way He calls me "geek"
He doesn't know He make me feel
Like the sun shines just for me
He doesn't know He's my angel
But I know it's meant to be
He must have fallen from a star
Or risen from the sea
His joy is otherworldly
I hope someday He'll see
How much He means to me
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