In the cradle of time, the stars aligned, Keysha, second born, with a glowing heart kind. Though words may falter, and silence may reign, In my world, dear sister, you're joy's gentle refrain. Your laughter, a melody, that sweetens my days, In the tapestry of life, you're a golden phrase. I may not say it often, in words full and bright, But you mean the world to me, casting love's light. Sister, more than ink can scribe or lips can show, My heart sings a song only you could know. Together, our bond, a sweet symphony we play— I love you, dear Keysha, more than words can convey.