If I had a brother,
Tonight I'd wander,
Through dimly lit bars, seeking him,
To guide him home and soothe his spirit,
He can't drown in sorrow for her, she's departed,
And if his love for her ran deep,
I'd urge him to honor her memory,
Even if he's shattered, not ready to move on,
I believe he'd heed my words.

If I had a brother,
Perhaps this upcoming Saturday,
I'd stand in a chapel, clad in a tailored suit,
While he pledges his heart to his beloved,
Perhaps it'd remind me of my own Mîõ,
And as petals cascade in the air,
They may find their way to Mîõ's waiting hands,
Assuring me that my turn is near.

If I had a brother,
Maybe I'd affectionately dub him 'Artist',
I envision him as a painter, and I, a wordsmith,
We'd dance through the realms of artistry,
He'd boast of his mastery with a brush,
And I'd pat his back, whispering, 'bravo, Artist,'
For once, he'd revel in his own brilliance.

If I had a brother,
In reality, we'd clash at times,
Exchanging heated words and odd epithets,
Then our sisters would intervene,
Claiming we resemble each other and jesting,
Yes, I know it'd sting a bit,
Yet somehow he'd say, "bro, I'm sorry,
Let's grab some street fare before Mom returns,
Yogurts for the little princesses, and a chocolate for Mom."

If I had a brother,
We'd be a trio of gentlemen,
And Dad would inquire further,
About how he found his Juliet,
For we'd affectionately tease him as Mr. Romeo,
He'd profess his unwavering love for Mom,
And we'd grin, knowing how fortunate she was,
If only I had a brother.