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Love He was
low tide
and soft on the eyes
a light ripple
a subtle wave
a simple smile
before he looked away.
He was
a quick splash
an interruption
to your day
dowsing you
with all he had to say
and then walkng away.
He was
a tidal wave
high tide
casting nets
on either side
a quick glimpse
another dive in,
cast out a line
keep your
eyes on the prize-
hold tight
when it bites
it's not just a catch
for the night;
he was the catch
for all to see
for the rest of your life.
