Friday, 15 September 2017

My sister

I was born with love holding my hand
She walks with me 
Everywhere
I was created with love in my arms
She is with me
Everywhere 
I grew up with love in my laughter
And for that 
I'm in love with love
Without her
I would be nothing 
Love wouldn't exist

For she is love 

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