Running train...

My Waussie,

It is, the running train of our lives, which leaves behind the traces of the past, and an era that shows how she has become. her face without a trace of wrinkles or facial hair, and all with little makeup. Her crown area still equally beautiful as formerly, only prettier than before. Golden rings or necklace, they does not make her happy with it. not because it is not nice tor her, but she can not stand it. Not knowing that she has a heart of gold, probably that of an angel.

Even her eyes are slightly of silver gray, gleaming in the sun as it were, that she wants to dazzle him with, her warm love. She exudes a desirable light, and without even knowing it. Much less that she knew what she did with his soul. Allergic, it still comes back, her warm love, he recalls. So enter his dreams and tell him.., quietly.., Yeah idiot you know it, gives him the faith of warm love that overcomes the fears.

How long is it possible, to think of someone that you care about. Not knowing if he crosses her mind to. Or even feels and cares about. Probably she loves butterflies, it just can not be otherwise. Namely they always come to him, when it comes to her. He knows deep within his heart. She will certainly did go along on the running train, takes her in his arms in silence. Where she gently whispers, idiot you have not listened to me, well what I said. You know it's true, I do it also, in modesty,

My Waussie.., Thinking of him to...