It's Such A Pleasure

It's such a pleasure,

To have someone to talk in your leisure.

He's personal support,

In whose arm you can feel the comfort.

It's such a pleasure,

To have a person who can't bear about you a censure.

He's the only close one,

Who cannot be replaced by anyone?

It's such a pleasure,

To have one's love without any measure.

He's not any stranger,

But only a happiness bringer.

It's such a pleasure,

To have someone to maintain your composure.

He's a helping hand,

Who wants your success to be spanned.

It's such a pleasure,

To have someone to hold you safe off the embrasure.

He's someone blessed with a caring soul,

Whom when I see, my heart gets console.

It's such a pleasure,

To have someone to ensure.

He's truly a cobber,

More precisely a heart robber.

It's such a pleasure,

To have someone who about you is damn sure.

He's a guardian,

Who guards her from the demon.

No! He isn't my boyfriend nor my father,

Just every sister's treasure, her brother.