His pride
A youthful tongue of
Fire agate
His jealousy
A raging bull, red with
The honor of my name
His eyes
A green briar, luring
Innocents to love.
He lives by a code unknown to any other
Yet by the law
He makes amends for his greed and
Ignorance
Suffering the pain
In his own loss
Of innocence.
He is a man.
Gregarious and kind.
His smile is the joy of a thousand
Irishmen.
His embrace
Heals heartbreak and
Loneliness.
He is all of this and
Nothing less
He is my only cousin
And I love him.