My sister, My love ; words can’t seem to describe how much you mean to me
It’s all just a passing affliction; it may seem, but my love for you is undying, regardless.
It will not always be silver and gold, neither will it be glitter and shimmer; but that’s who we are ; not fairytale characters
You incite in me feelings of being better, of being a person of substance and matter;
You always do what’s right, always considering my best interests at heart, even though I fail to see it;
Like my home, east or west, you’re still the best for you point towards the direction of me;
Even though we don’t derive from the same womb, you will always be my sister; my love.