in english they say “sister”
but in poetry we say:
she’s the blood of my blood
the heart of my heart
the one who knew you
before you knew yourself
who holds your secrets
like they’re sacred
who loves you
not because she has to,
but because she simply
can’t imagine doing
anything else
i took from poetry book “made In Heaven” for anyone who believed love would find them when the timing was right
it’s a collection of poems about love, devotion, faith, and trusting God’s timing in relationships