Knowledge of love...

Irma, My Waussie,

She do open up his heart. Doesn't know, Only determined she, The dreams of his soul. And her love colors, The content from his life, And of the required. This woman is for him the finest on the beach.Walks with her, Side by side, Hand in hand. He feels as in heaven, Where love prevails. Since that lady gives him the feeling that he still exists, Pledges he always comes after, Only she knows he was able to stand beside her. He lives for such love, A lifetime.

So let's throw away the book with the golden rules, And create our own. She know's he's looking for a kind of redemption from her, It's much too much love that his feeling. It's for him, The wandering love that exists, Day and night will be there for that love, Always ready. She is that species of love, And knows it. His heart is a type of soul mate. Which may keep him awake, Playing all night long, Why her.., With that damn beauty.

A man with knowledge of love lives by doing it, Not by reflecting upon, About the performance. Chooses a man with the knowledge of love, Its way with his heart, Elected to the heart, Which he loves. So why is he treated by that heart like air, As if he never had exist, She keeps him up, All night, Thinking about it, And her quiet sweltering beauty. They do not need to apologize, Because along that beach, They are free. There goes a joy from her, Even if she is silent, She that lady continues,To fascinate,

Irma, My Waussie, Him.