A bond that's born from hearts so true,
A sister's love, like morning dew.
It sparkles bright in the light of day,
In every laugh, in every play.
Through whispered secrets late at night,
And shared dreams taking flight,
A sister’s love is always near,
To wipe away each falling tear.
In every quarrel, every fight,
Her love still shines, pure and bright.
For even when the skies turn grey,
A sister’s love won’t fade away.
She’s the one who knows you best,
In her arms, you find your rest.
A guiding hand, a caring heart,
In life’s great story, she’s a part.
So here's to sisters, near and far,
No matter where in life you are.
A sister’s love will always be,
A treasured part of family.
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Wow, Sir... . So sweet poem....