Brotherhood

With the love of my brother I was bonded, And of such, I was blinded, I failed to see his quality in others, And I compare other love with his His love was with trust and understanding, His love was with care and kindness, His love was with equal and sweetness, His love was with courage and mindful Not because he was my brother, But because he was a man of sober, And always in less violent and more verbal He is Precious. And so I find it difficult to have such where he is not there, And with this, thus, I have none love left for others