I love that you can ride waves to shore
The white roaring mass moving you
To whoop and holler and that dashing smile
Your hair stuck up on one side
You jog slow-motion through the breakers
To me, waist-deep in the strong current
You high-five me and eyes shine bright
Like a child. If I have faith in anything
It is in the joy that we share here together.
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