MY SISTER, MY BRIDE

Though she turns me off, but she's always there when the chips are down.

 it's needless for me to be the coolest kid in town for her to like me, she's no prize to be won.

She could be a deadly poison that slowly kills me from the inside, but she's as well the antidote that controls every effect; she's my counter-poison.

She's faulty and flawed, but she could be perfect only when pigs fly.

I like her like that though.

She's always the first rate version of herself, instead of being some famous actress or celeb.

It's preposterous for her to make believe with the intent to deceive.

She's honest, true and genuine.

An embodiment of beauty, character, and wisdom.

In her eyes, I could see the love, care and passion when she calls my name, her vocals so soothing and pleasing like that of a newborn angel.

 Her arms cushiony and silky like the body covering of an enfant lamb.

I feel peace and comfort therein. 

Sometimes, we wrangle, dustup, and alternate, but it's nothing compared to the times we play, pray, sing, dance and laugh about each other's sere jape.

Our friendship and love grows better, sweeter, and deeper as time flies by.

Though things go sideways sometimes, but we're like two imperfect couples refusing to give up on each other.

If options were given, I'll chose her a thousand times, and a gazillion times more if I have to.

I'll live a trillion life beside her,

And die a million death's before I cause her any pain. 

I'll search the entire galaxies just to be with her,

And trudge a zillion worlds just to fall in love with her over and over and over again.

She's the loveliest, tenderest, careful, kind, graceful, wonderful and beautiful soul this universe has ever had... 

She is "MY SISTER, MY BRIDE".

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁