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.