My Brother poem

He is lovely but so naughty,
He thinks that it’s good to be bad;
He is my only blessed brother,
He is some crazy and some mad.

He shows that he is angry,
All the time, on me, on everything;
I know, he loves me a lot,
But never want to show that thing.

Whenever he hurts me with bad works,
I see him with doleful eyes;
On the spot, he says sorry to me,
And then he becomes very shy.

He always does some naughty works,
But I love him just the way he is;
I want to see him always happy,
And like to fulfill his every wish.