Lots of you

Lots of you...

Irma, My Waussie,

I wrote many letters to you, And so many letters I've returned. And always waiting for that one phone call from you. And all of a sudden never no answer more. Now I stand silent to our beach. And guess why. Every time I think again, Sweetie, Why is love so often painful, It should be beautiful. But I never heard any signs of life never again, Why actually.

Precisely my heart pains. I just wanted to be with you. Sweetie. And every time I think again if it could then I ran to you, Because you know that I still love you. They say that ships come and go, But unfortunately, I am still waiting on. But I love you in a total perfection, And even if your mad at me, Still then you are beautiful for me to see.

We were often like to close to each other, You and your powerful appearance from that very first moment I loved you. Your beauty is seen by my eyes, Your personality get caught by my heart, And your intellectual wisdom praised by my love feels like nothing exceptional, Because all you seem to do turns out to be very special, Sweetie.

You're actually quite cruel as that you are beautiful, But in a familiar way. You're like the dessert and the cream, You were my future and definitely my dream, You are also so special, I would say honey, I still have long enough love to give. Sometimes you need some time to figure out what someone actually meant for you. Because,

Irma, My Waussie, That's a lot of you for me...