Brown haired beauty;
green eyed glory.
Keen and calm,
tried and true
I see, I know
that's you.
The sun to ease my rain
on grey, cloudy days.
Quiet admiration as
laughter blossoms
in the garden
of your heart.
Stories hide in
the creases of
your hands, behind
the mountain range
of your knuckles.
Paperback spines
cracked between hands,
pages crinkled to thin.
I love you like
a library loves books, like
pens love paper, like
pages love words.
My beloved heaven/haven.
My sister, so many words
and yet still not enough.