My sister ...

I cried, as she went
I tried, but I was spent
I sobbed, like a child
though I am a man she called wild

I resolved that I wouldn't
I cried, maybe I shouldn't, have pushed
her away, She's fine; i pray

I stay here, she's far
our hearts are not so far
close knit, sewed
our heart, mind spirit are.

Wouldn't you cry, if one goes
she's a friend, not foe
should i be guilty when I hurt her
she's sweet as a doe

My sister, you are far
I long for your hand
your sugary voice, banters and noise
and when you you sit silent, cute, girly poised