You walked into my life with a cold, unfamiliar stare,
Bringing a woman with blonde hair,
To who my father showed such care.
As he pulled out her chair,
I sensed something rare,
Love was brewing in the air,
They thought not of us, unaware.
But why do you act like you don’t care?
Your eyes seem to possess a piercing glare.
A fire in my body flared,
Though I dared not to declare,
For I fear that your gaze would strip me bare.
You seemed to be the perfect match, my heart could only dare,
Together forever, we could be a pair,
Never to severe or snare,
Yet this feeling was not to share,
For soon I realized that you are my brother, Frenneire.
So, I took a deep breath, to gather my wits and beware,
And decided that this love would remain in me and not impair,
For this secrete love was something to bear,
As I watched you and our father, with a smile and a prayer.
About the Creator
Rhea Banawe
I swear, I'd rather eat a sock than a spicy dish, but heaven forbid I speak up and ask for something bland. ill just suffer in silence like the socially awkward champ that I am.
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