One magical touch...

Irma, My Waussie,

I can`t believe that it`s still there, The way that she make me feel her everywhere. A heartfelt love for her, Which burns deep inside. A damn difficult but also a beautiful love, That I almost can't hide. I'm still a real man, A man who says what it means, To like to spoil a girlfriend, To show his love and affection towards her. She is a glamorous woman, On the other hand a little bit nasty.

Who told it is love bizarre, But also a sensitive though. It's just phenomenal when i think of her. While my heart rate beats the rhythm, I can feel it in the air tonight. Just I whistling, I remember and don't worry, I never could forget you, never. So when I think of her, I feel gigantic certainly passionate, Romantic, Delicious and beautiful.

What has she than that the other person hasn't, That one magical touch. That gene that exudes called love. It is certainly a strange sensation, Because I sit here, And my love next to you. I walk back and forth like a amorous clumsy man who asks why has Aphrodite no sister. I always told her that she, Be my dear treasure for always,

Irma, My Waussie, She to unique..