My rock for which I lean on,
My laughter when i'm sad,
He's the one I count on most,
My brother thru and thru.
Impartial to the words I voice,
He never judges me,
His jokes and crazy attitude
Will set my problems free.
He sees me for who I am, He knows whats inside me
And me he understands.
He knows I sometimes say things wrong,
But he does'nt get mad or make funny faces
He knows I have a warped sense of humor,
And it's okay cause his is just the same.
As friends come and go,
And we have loved and lost, His undying love and loyalty,
Does not come at such a cost.
And when I need some advice, Whether it be right or wrong,
I know I can always go to him,
Because his voice lets me know I'm home.
I call him when I'm mad,
I call him when i: m sad,
But I really love to call him
To share when I: m glad
I love my brother Dan!
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem Rhonda, i`m sure your brother is very lucky to have you too, i agree with Yoonoos, the end is beautiful, well written