Brother, Ally, Idol

At least this one is better than the last
Love enthralled and
Enchanted I lost myself. The childlike sound of a
Xylophone resonates and stirs memories
[And stirs emotions, Childish
Notions, of playing at families.
Does it sound wrong if I call you brother?
Expressiveness repels me, your simplicity compels me
Resistance is familiar to us both]

Gentle words, your condolences. The
Eager felicitations that adorn
Our correspondences.
Rhythms of conversation ally our lives
Giving me a sense of value,
Every time I hear more from you.

Really, I'm not worthy
Of your friendship, of your attention, for you are my idol.
Cerise blushes my cheeks, I often feel so ashamed,
Honestly, I know these thoughts give me no right to you

Each word is a gift. Brother, Ally, Idol.