Glimmering eyes…

Irma, My Waussie,

Real love is something that everyone will happen once in a lifetime, But it depends on how you handle it. For the most it will be a welcome with open arms, Yet in the end nothing is what it seems. A relationship can run perfectly but can also breakable, And it can vary from good to evil. To get someone back, You can continue to beg constantly, But sometimes it's seems just too late. An event can strengthen and prevent, And you can sometimes think that at a certain moment your life tosses.

It can reduce the romantic moments between each other, But feelings never change, Yet every relationship has a moment of perfection, And nothing is more important than the gathering of those moments. And you see a happy image in each reflection, But maintaining this is only an illusory idea. The image of a happy gathering will recognize everyone, but not in any relationship is so fine. This can you deny in most cases, but continue your life will be better.

A true love will always find its way, It’s almost not maintainable against. Precisely when this will happen, you cannot stop to. And when the time comes, they will naturally do notice. Love is a definition that support can give in a person's life. But it certainly is an existing phenomenon. But love is not to give to several people, for as there is only one. This love needs her, so phenomenal. Such beauty which he needs. She’s a typical magical woman with a golden heart. 

He cries, sometimes inside, even when he hears her name, and then remembers how much he wants to be with her. Because he thinking about her. Once again they see him thinking in silence, his eyes are glimmering, the know, it must be,

Irma, My Waussie…, She.