At the bottom of <br />the lake <br />I saw you <br /> <br />a lovely red rose <br />full of passion <br /> <br />lying unclaimed <br />a face emerged <br /> <br />waiting <br /> <br />so sweet and <br />defined <br /> <br />the reflections <br />still haunt me.<br /><br />Heather burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/relfections-still-haunt-me/
