Memorandum Of Admiration

Placid eyes in which glittering goodness entreats,
Rapid palpations, my heart seems to sing as it skips a few mere beats;
Feeling it from the roots of my hair, to the very tips of my toes,
Thy has chased away all my woes,
In my soul, your presence shall forever be ringing in echoes.

Time is long
But still thy make my soul sing the most delightful song,
I should have never done thy wrong.
Oh, joyous is life!
No longer do I give myself such strife,
My words no longer separate us like the sharpest knife.

Years have passed,
But still, this admiration, this love, it always stuck- it was always meant to last.
For some time, we were forced to fast,
But now we feast on the succulent fruits of forgiveness and love,
We seem to start over, fresh as a pure white dove.
You've got me wrapped around your finger, snugger than any glove,
My memorandum of admiration has now blossomed to love;
But you mustn't worry,
We won't scurry,
I don't expect us to completely obliterate the past,
But I do believe, that given the proper chance, we could make it- this time, we could make it last.

Grandfather's Apostrophe

Your mortality was fleeting,

But the everlasting, ever haunting, immortality,

Lives on deep within me.

Vacantly I stood by your side,

Watching the tidal waves rise,

Fall,

Quiver,

Bubble,

And delicately break.

For years I watched you shrivel,

My own childish drivel soon became a passé excuse

For why I didn't venture out to see someone who was the very root of me.

Though your body shrank in it's demeanor,

Your heart never faltered

And your smile could embrace everyone's heart

With a sweetly somber joy,

Tugging on one's heart string

Like the gentle lull of an old song

That hadn't drifted through the air

For quite some time.

Nevertheless, both are divine,

But I wish I had just a little bit more time,

Just a bit more time-even just a moment,

To say goodbye.

Words still leak out to you,

Oh, how sometimes, I so badly

Just want to speak to you.

Would you be proud of me?

Have I turned out to everything

You ever thought your little piggy-tailed princess

Could possibly be?

More than a year has past,

That is, since you left me,

And yet,

I still wonder,

What could have happened

If only I hadn't let the differences make a sea between us,

What if I parted that sea?

Do you still hear me,

As I speak to you

Only in an apostrophe?

^I'm currently working on a poetry project for my junior english class, and there has to be atleast one original work included. I came up with this poem on my walk home from school.