Seventeen again...

My Waussie,

He thought, would he be once seventeen again. Then he would show her, would amuse themselves together again, take advantage of what then was not allowed. He would double well, where he then vainly searched for. She may now adhere delightful to him, a series of things to do over time. She defended herself in every field, there is not much that she now should not be allowed to do. The need of the time is no longer there, as well as her sadness of.

Thinking sometimes with some regret. Oh my, was he able to experience his boyhood days with her again. The early years of the past, which have been once and for all a piece of our lovely past. It's a wonderful childhood girlfriend, with much suffering and joy, for her and him. Until that one day and it was all over.., moved on for good. But when he can see it all so, nevertheless illuminates something of joy in him.

It was all said they impose a will. Would not be free in their choices and doings. Yeah but being to together, However.., together not more than that, surely thats no love. Not even more than no failure, in being together, just no love straight from the heart. To give love, and nothing of love received, from a men, into and out of respect, one cannot be mentioned, a love. These are only still the called shards of happiness, If it is so.

In the Sun of her eyes, they see very cheerful light, but also the heat that seems touched by chill. during a storm for her love, he was her only face. the calm has a wave of doubt. And now it seems that the sun rises again and goes down slowly. In the heat of her words, he has always believed, but rain has almost extinguished the last flame. In the bloom of love, he is perhaps too fast caved, the shade has touched her in a wave of doubt. And again it seems the sun sets again, is the past, stranded, it lives in a memory. If he could,

My Waussie, be seventeen again.