Wish I didn't grew up with you,
My imagination really takes me there,
Where imageries are so delightfully created,
I think of all the possibilities with you,
and I end up creating another person of you.

You would have been a philosopher,
and aspire to be a critical thinker,
Your voice sweeter than honey,
and your hits would be gentler,
and firmer but never louder.

Your language won't be foul,
I could...