I hate to fish

I find that it is a bore

But I know someone who does

His eyes light up at the movement of water

 

His laugh engulfs all other noise

He smells of fresh, clean air

As if he captured the wind for cologne

 

His fingers glide over the water

Salt staining his forearm

He twinkles when he gets a fish

I twinkle because of him

 

I hate to fish

But I love him