Oh white wave, crowned with laurel, soothe me here
And wash me in your waters, cool and pure.
Cascading o'er my heart each year-by-year,
I love my days of swimming more-and-more.
Five years I've spent relaxing on the strand,
Three years before I longed to feel this sun:
And eight years later, still I hold your hand
And feel the peace of knowing you're the one.
Even when the hurricane winds blow
I know that we can weather any storm.
Even when the tides of life are low,
The sun will rise again and keep us warm.
These fourteen lines will never well express
The love these past five years' daily possess.
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