You remind me of fire and ice, rolled into one,
Ice cold glares, and a temper of fire and a heart of gold.
Yes, of gold, my brother dearest, you care so much for those you love,
I swear, you care way too much.
You worry about me, I know you do,
Because I’m always worried and protective of you.
You might be older than me, but who the Hell cares?
If someone hurts you, their dead if I ever get there.
We may live miles apart, but I would die in a heartbeat to defend and protect you,
You’re my brother, I’d kill if you asked me too.
We have a lot in common, and you understand my depressive states,
I’m sorry I can’t help to ease your pain.
You don’t deserve the heart ache you’re getting, not one bit,
All you have to do is say, and a fire will be lit.
You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?
I might not help, but I’ll sure as Hell try.
Robsie, my brother, my best friend,
My luck and love to you I send.
It will do no, that I know,
But I can’t stop the strong, easy flow.
I love you Rob E Leigh,
So get used to it, because you’re stuck with me.
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