My good sister, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you skip, walk and think,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the writing ink.
Let me compare you to a little bay?
You are more pretty, gracious and darling.
Mean breeze flaps the sunny dancers of May,
And the springtime has the brittle carling.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your eyelashes, humour and style.
Thinking of your clear humour fills my days.
My love for you is the horrible vile.
Now I must away with a gritty heart,
Remember my dear words whilst we're apart.
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