November 23, 2010
By iTrish SILVER, Clearwater, Florida
iTrish SILVER, Clearwater, Florida
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Brother, I love the way that you look at me,
I love that peaceful expression when you sleep.
I love it how our bond grows stronger every day,
and I love how you never allowed my smile to fade away.

I love it when you protect me from the many forms of harm,
I love that special feeling that I get when I'm in your arms.
I love it when we're close to one another,
but it stings my heart when I call you "brother".

The author's comments:
This poem is short, but it has a meaning to it. I'll let you figure the meaning on your own :)

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