Of my Blood.
You’re my rock.
You’re my friend.
You’re my twin.
And my Muse.
People often tell me
about our public displays of affection
and our unique camaraderie
They also say
“You’re obviously very proud of her”.
I never know what to say.
These are feelings that are part of my existence.
One could not explain the taste of the air one breathes,
yet one knows.
I often wax lyrical about you,
but I know
Words are ineffective
in painting this dream.
You pull me out of the damp, dark holes
I fall into every now and again.
Everything I do, everywhere I go,
I wish you were there
to share the magic, the funnies, the beauty.
You’re the unreachable yardstick,
the bar they all fail to attain.
Ma vie est en sécurité avec toi.