All alone, should not let a child no less a man, ever close the shore, or you might loose ’em to the waves beyond the sea.

Reflection, but under mirror something takes a shape. Is your fancy in a gold n' jewels, or cutest puppy in the world.

Shivering hair of pretty lady quivering, water sketching all the curves of which, reaching out will be compelled.

Beauty masquerades the ghastliness under the surface guiding into deep.

I love you, let us go just you and me. I will take you with me into night, you will never wish return.

For demise, do not fear, just reach out once more until finally we can touch, "Come and gently drown with me!"

After spring has come the ice will melt. Your body then can be dragged up.