A Fine Bromance

A Fine Bromance
Form: Canadian Sonnet (English)

Love is the honoured man, a soul’s own twin
Who, without the need for family blood,
Stands as a brother and my bestest bud
And knows all the secrets beneath my skin
In modern terms they call it a bromance
Okay, I suppose it could be called that
It is love nonetheless for modern chat
Devoted spirits taking the same stance
I have his back and I know he has mine
Nothing comes between brothers of the soul
As in each other emotions console
So, I need no modern words to define
I’m Jeeves to his Wooster, or switch it round
We are gentlemen’s gents, to me that is sound


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