This is very sweet, particularly for those of us who adore our sisters.
I sat there brushing her long brown hair, She stood still and quiet as I thought, Pulled the brush down, then back up it was brought, As I sat there brushing her long brown hair. The brush was old but it didn't dare, Break as I pulled it gently down, Through beautiful hair dark and brown, As I sat there brushing her long brown hair. I thought of her countenance, so bright and fair, A child's pixie face with large eyes, It was so easy for them to mesmerize, As I sat there brushing her long brown hair. A gentle thought wafted and didn't blare, About jealous fairies every day, Desiring her tresses beautiful, natural way, As I sat there brushing her long brown hair. For all of the fairies found everywhere, Can never have such beauty divine, Without the locks of that sister of mine, And I sit here brushing her long brown hair. This isn't perfect, but it's alright (I think) for 3.5 minutes work. |
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