Pain of love...

Irma, My Waussie,

It was for him never to imagine the feeling of some sorrow, Or intended to be feeling the pain of love. He just wanted to see her warm smile again, And take her in his arms. He knows it sounds crazy, Only seen her smile in the rain. Maybe with him, The one who gives her his warm smile, From the depths of his heart. He never lets her wounded pride be a wedge, Which then might come between those feelings. It makes him longing for her love.

His intense desire to be willing are more difficult than he was thinking. Love for her is deeper more intense and satisfying than he thought it would be. But what she does from her acrimony, She could do better together with him, And his love for her will please her, Really please for sure. Everything she does feels like magic, Damn beautiful magical woman. She feels like the song in the movie, Purple rain, Feel a life on cloud nine without pain.

The jitters over our body, And butterflies in the stomach. He wants to pick the moon down just for her, Then wake up and begins to sing purple rain. It sounds like madness or just insane. While she twisted his love again up side down, So that his heart running around, As if he watched to the past in the mirror, She in triplicate. It pleased him that they appearance the same caliber, Even the beauty too. Till that one door with her huge specific love,

Irma, My Waussie, Is found.