She,s valuable...

Irma, My Waussie,

If she ask me where I want to be, In this world, I will say in your arms, She is not only his best, But also to support and embrace her tight, When she,s down on a weakest moment. She knows there is no one, Who loves her as much as him. Poetry straight from his heart. Love her, A loving man, Like him. Is it her fear of the unknown, The so-called confidential.Than the dream, Which she would like to dream, Is not only a dream but also a nightmare.

If that fear does not exist, Truth I will run as fast as I could to you. Hug and French you, Say sorry sweetie, That I still do. Yeah I know. But the truth, After all these years that I do. It sounds like madness, Just i don't do, One step behind, You. I own nothing of value, But what is valuable to me, I love it with all my heart, And enjoy it in silence. When it comes to her, I hope she knows how it feels when I write about her.

That woman with her irresistible delightful eyes. I am ashamed that I'm complaining, You know why, I feel fortunate to know a woman like her including her beautiful name. So I can be proud without a shame. Even if you're not here, You're that smiling sunshine every morning. Sometimes it seems wrong, I don't care, And sing your song from " L D" All day long. I'm mentally numb by her beauty called addictive for my heart,

Irma, my Waussie, And soul...