Chapter 2 – His Pride

4 Aug

His pride

A youthful tongue of

Fire agate

His jealousy

A raging bull, red with

The honor of my name

His eyes

A green briar, luring

Innocents to love.

He lives by a code unknown to any other

Yet by the law

He makes amends for his greed and

Ignorance

Suffering the pain

In his own loss

Of innocence.

He is a man.

Gregarious and kind.

His smile is the joy of a thousand

Irishmen.

His embrace

Heals heartbreak and

Loneliness.

He is all of this and

Nothing less

He is my only cousin

And I love him.

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