A Sisters Love
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Complete, First published Aug 27, 2014
What you mean to me,
Is more than I can express.
You see, I had no sister when I was little
To call when I was in distress.

When we first met,
We had no clue,
What was getting ready to happen,
Was  completely out of the blue.

God had a plan,
Throughout all the years,
He was making us for each other,
To share life's smiles and tears.

I never could have imagined,
What a sister's love was about,
Until I met you,
And then I really found out.

A sister's love is unconditional,
It's a love has no end,
A sister's love wants the best for each other,
It's a love that will always defend.

Sometimes we may get mad,
Or we may begin to fight,
But that's the fun part about having a sister,
We both think we're always right!

I'm so glad that I met you ,
 and got to spend all of those moments with you

It's made me much more thankful,
to have such a wonderful caring kind cheerful person as yourself to call my sister.

I love you sister
more than you will ever know
You are my other half
with you I am whole
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