Loving clown.

My Waussie,

Wake up, and then against my better judgment, they feel miserable. It's totally not okay. Tired of work, anyway satisfied, it is time, time to go home. Knows where she should be, When a sun for her does not always shine. If the grass is not really greener than it always seems. Grab your stuff darling, and gathered courage. Feels her tears, but she does well. Because she realize deeply in her heart, there always he and his hopeful love, straight from his warm hearth, and wait.

Even though it feels as if everything goes wrong, and time after time missed some lifetime opportunities. Knowing that there's always something deep inside, and then they anyway find the courage for a new beginning. No new love, but against all odds, a love from her past life. she can always rely on him anyway, the grass is not always really greener than are expected to, his it's warmer just from his hearth.

Is he someway, some kind of a clown, does have an appearance. But where she would not want to be seen with, strange love he asks himself. Yeah..,Just walk away darling, if you will, but love her, he does nonetheless are still. He actually wanted that she would always be his favorite, always.., and she is. Even though the grass still so beautiful green as it seems, the clown his love would always,

My Waussie, go over it...