Lilacs ususally grow on bushes, but this one grew within my heart ~
Instantly, I felt her warmth, she cradled me from the very start ~
Lost on my journey, learning how to write, taking me by the hand ~
Always watching out for me, though my Poetry was ever so bland ~
Caring is her middle name, an hourglass with never ending sand ~
Teaching me about Poetry, her loving patience was ever so nice ~
Helping others is her passion, always perfect, tender and precise ~
Open to any discussion, I would have married her if I was straight ~
Under five hours to sleep, our next conversation would have to wait ~
God gave me a Gift one day, a scent from a marvelous Flower ~
Heaven only knows, I think about her, my Sis, every waking hour ~
This is not a love story, I just want her to know she's my true Love ~
Something wonderful happened, when God sent me his purest Dove ~
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