Decides the head or heart...

Irma, My Waussie,

Suppose, There is one who has much love to give. But when it comes down to it, He slams shut. Hold his heart stuck with fear and tremble, Afraid of being betrayed again. How do you get it out, How do you let something inside. That did no one ever told him, How to start something new. As the head repeatedly fells judgment, About love, Instead of the heart. Be warned of a thick skin, Which conceals his feelings well. He seems relaxed and pretty chill, However governs his head, That worries him.

Sometimes it seems as if his heart goes out. But sometimes he also has so much feeling. The famous beach, Which is where he stands, With merely one target. The feeling in him is sometimes so strong, His head must build on his heart. There comes a time when he is hard at work, That his head, His heart trusts again. There is a woman who can firmly crack him and his hard shell. A woman who can really touch deeply his heart, And let hem feel what he so badly want.

And even then it takes a while, Time enough, Worth the wait. He will give all his love to her, And trust that she kept it well. If you stand in front of a mirror, My dearest. You, yourself and the reality isn't the same anymore. Tears in those eyes remain on, By the intense invisible grief. Then turn away, And find the reflection in your heart. Check out the good things about yourself in yourself. These are beautiful things, Who are the true mirror really do not see,

Irma, My Waussie, It's called warm love...