Aussie

The slumber that we had had together

Remains astound memory forever,

The days we played as a little kid

I won’t give in even in a bid

For they are a reminiscence of us

And that quality time has to come first,

In particular what money can’t buy

Are the years we have together gone by

And it is far more precious than any gold

Which lasts till the dying days when we’re old.

The joys we’ve had playing by the beach

And Elisha leaving a loud screech.

As I was blatantly infantile

Photographs didn’t seem to be worthwhile,

But now I’ve master the technique

And recognize thee as unique,

Snapping picture after picture

To look at in the near future

Despite my being rather shy

And ye did not even ask why

I wanted a picture of us in it.

You’re the highlight I’ll give thee the credit

For you’ve grown so much within the years

And I remember thee dearly with tears

When ye left when I was thirteen,

Adolescent but always preen

As I can recall ye every Sunday

Thou practically I have nothing to say

Then, but now it’s a whole new story

And I guess I have to say sorry

For my extreme long emails

Bringing my point it prevails

So please bare with my such longing

Or ye can tell by your typing

Of replying chronically to this

Instead of a letter sealed with a kiss

Implying our closeness as childhood friends,

Not meaning we’re lovers following trends

From this dreaded place we both live

Called Earth which is just to deceive.

But I'm thankful to have met ye here,

In this region of the hemisphere

And I can scarcely hear ye sing

When ye backup yet obliging

Afraid of hitting the wrong note

But that’s a different anecdote

So my advice is to just persist

Even the winter can ye resist,

These frostbites too with descry

But never with an outcry

Therefore you’re an emblem of purity

Charismatic just makes ye look mighty

Even in pint size to be precise,

And ye did not even exercise!

Enigmatically, I speculate how

You’re not corpulent nor ye rotund somehow.

It must be your diet perhaps?

I doubt, it could just be mishaps

Or ye baring the three-leave-clover

Genetically you’re just slender

With shrewdness at such an age,

By inkling I know you’re sage

Enough to mar the older teen

All hoping to live like a queen

But with no determination to achieve

Unlike thee with the courage and to perceive

What’s right and wrong in order to stand strong

Before long your ambition like a song

Ringing melodically soulfully

As would thee dealing in life carefully

Bumping into an acquaintance like me

O how fortunate! How blessed I’d be

That I will thank Him for thee,

Firmly standing like a tree

Visiting almost once every two years

O I wish ye could feel my heart it sears

Truly to spend some quality time

Keying off, yours sincerely, dub lyme.