Purely instinctively...

My Waussie,

Never run after no love, affection or attention they say. If not freely given, by another, is it worth the effort. But what if it stuck nailed to a heart, which feels the hammer every day, twenty-four hours seven, day after day. Would she wants to dissolve it into nothingness. From the first moment, he was blessed, eyes almost blinded by her, that chick from decayed time. His heart kept on following her heat, constantly, year after year.

Look at Scottish heights, towards the waving weed. Listening to the wind, which rubs message which blew on his feet. Feel the value of her eyes and smile, the innocence looking herself, they say her smile is the color of each day. My dear our time, simply ticking, sometimes slowly, sometimes faster, but just step by step. And then it dissolves into nothing. What are you waiting for. Come into my arms feel the heart.

Feel the love of that time, it runs through time and through my veins. What are you waiting, what prevents her from,. love. Strangely quiet just never shy. Will he find the answer to the many questions. The veins of her name in that one tree, gouged, is the blossom today. Than simply looking no further, because I almost beg. Trust him. Just leaves you floating on your feelings, by the flow over and past the rocks without a plan.

My Waussie.., Purely instinctively.