We met without a plan or guiding thread,
No map to show the path our steps would tread.
Yet somewhere in the ordinary flow of days,
A lasting bond was formed in quiet ways.
No shared beginning written in our name,
No family line from which we came the same,
And still you stand beside me, strong and true;
A brother, not by blood, but proven through.
You lift my thoughts when doubt begins to grow,
With steady words that carry more than show.
Not loud or forced, but thoughtful, calm, and clear,
The kind of voice I trust when things feel unclear.
In better days, you share in what is bright,
In harder times, you do not step aside.
No need for promise spoken out aloud -
Your consistency alone has said it proud.
And so I hold this truth without disguise:
Some bonds are not defined by blood or ties.
But shaped in trust, in time, in all we weather
A brother is found, and one I keep forever.