Ocean Township High School - Sandpiper Yearbook (Oakhurst, NJ)

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My heart has opened up and my feelings are very profound. To this one very special person that Iim glad I found. To express the way I feel would take days or maybe years. I try very hard to do it but I dont know if he really hears. Its hard for me to tell him how much I really care. I don't know how to begin I guess I must be scared, This one is much more special than anyone could ever be, I want to make it right and show my love clearly for him to see, What it really comes down to is that I seem to want to say, That he is very special and I love him more and more each day! Bonnie Herschel '81 On Sunday 'twiII be crowded here - A house packed full of friends; AII bringing happiness and cheer And noise that never ends. If I present this then and there, Its meaning will be weak; And so I choose a private air To make my gift unique. I want my gift to hold a price That can be topped by none; I want it to be valued thrice Of any other one. My gift's beyond material things - It wants the world to see; My gift is love which loudly sings And asks that you love me. Steve Kiessling '80

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VULNERABILITY The vulnerability of a girl who cares, A girl who is aware of every ripple in the forsaken brook. And she came to drink from it, To quench her unbearable thirst, To moisten her parched mouth. To rejuvenate the life in her which has been so cruelly stifled. And for once, the water beams glittering with purpose, Bubbling with joy, Beckoning with all its chivalrous charm. And for a moment, the hand on the decrepit clock freezes, allowing emotions to sour. For the beauty of truth is rare. But abruptly, the clock starts, And the girl, with highest spirits, sips. And the expected sweetness of her wildest fantasy Is in reality, 2 A bitterness That stings her tongue, And poisons her body. Darkness covers her corpse. Yet the sentimental sun, never even flickers, And the boastful brook, Glistens at its triumph. And for her pains and virtues, The girl is left with an eternal sleep. To fantasize about other sparkling waters. Robin Slutsky '80 324 FO RGOTTEN LOVE? I say I've forgotten, But lim constantly remembering. I say I no longer feel any love for him, But my heart still quickens whenever I hear his name. I say that I have stopped caring, But every morning I pray for him and his new wife. I say he is worthless, But I value him more each day. I say that he had died within my soul, But he is kept alive by my many dreams and memories. Who am I fooling by saying these words? Maybe only myself . . . Loretha Blank '80 Youire there And Iim here e a hundred miles away - And someone just reminded me of you And he started me thinking about you e not sad thoughts but contented and loving thoughts - And I just thought You might appreciate knowing that no matter the distance between us, or the state of mind ltm in, or the events shadowing my life, or the trials I encounter, I am continually thinking about you, Praying for you, Cheering you on, Praising the things you do, Appreciating the person you are, And just plain loving you And even though It may be unnoticeable to you, It all goes on inside me, silently but constantly. Loretha Blank'80