No point to deny...

Irma, My Waussie,

Why he can not resist her, While he continues to try anyway. What is the point to deny that she and her look of love, Is all he desires. Since that one intimate hugged, With that static peck on her cheek. He knew, He kisses her with his heart, Which was for her in his entirely. That hug, The first cut in his heart. How come, Holds her in his arms, Looks at her, Can't touch her, While she let his heart burning, With her bodyheat.

She is that woman who has all the answers. Someone who knows how to live, She who dare to give themselves to him as a woman deeply. Intended to pass through the light in the darkness. The flame that forgives him, No guilt afterwards. She is the one he adore, Who sits next to him in his dreams every night. Out of desperation for love, Waiting for her every day when the lady smiles at him. Why is never as then, He remains like to do effort.

She knows he's still the same man, Probarly read all the letters, Every word that he sent to her out of love. And although the past, He keep the words and all the memories he has with her, Constantly coming to him again and again, I fills his heart with joy and happiness. Looks like he was wrong, But his love, Love her still in the same way, He doesn't deny his love for her, He say darling, That's what they can never take away. Because without love you can never feel guilty,

Irma, My Waussie, To deny. xx