Book of Love - chapter 2 - English Sonnet, mark 2

 Sibling Bonds

Brother, sister, the words speak of shared blood,

A heritage, a background that is shared.

A common bond, bound together for good,

A family inheritance declared.

And so it is, those ties twined oh so tight

Demand the link lives on through all our lives,

Against them we may strive with all our might

But they can not be cut by mortal knives.

Sometimes our hearts may lead us down a road

That, with the heartless carelessness of fate,

Leads to the breaking of some moral code

And turns love to its dark reflection, hate,

Still one thought remains above all other,

He's wrong but all the same he's my brother.