My love, my brosilo,
You are far away,
My mind floats
I think always
And my tears soak
My little pillow
My love, my brosilo,
Ours is stainless love
You don’t make request
The type others boys do
Yet you hold me more precious
Than any I know
The reason I call you brosilo
Bro-si-lo: which means
Brother- sister- lover
Not the love some girls say
They made darling holidays
Ours been so special
Should be called brosilo
My dear, I think of you
I bleed, I mourn, but I know
We must be far apart
For a bright tomorrow
So I think then I sing
I sob but I stop.
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