He was like a breath of fresh air,
No, not any kind of air,
The kind you gasp for, after bursting out of the waves,
The kind you starve for,  after a long run in the woods.

He was strange ,wild and carefree
Something I was not,
Each move he made burned its way into my lungs,
And stamped his essence to my soul.

As the waves swallowed the sun,
His eyes promised my lips,
And my soul rose from the darkness,
Strengthened by the foundation of his spirit.