Sincerely...

Irma, My Waussie,

He consider it a privilege to know her love, To recognizes a lot of feminine of her, With great warmth. It seems that he has no face, Nor a personality. Why ignore it and look at the space. She knows that it is difficult finding an good man, With a tremendous warm heart. Basically should he just go through with his life. But he is so often in conflict with Cupid's arrows. To oppose. Still waiting, Even if love is passes through by.

It is his pride, Which mentions her name in his heart, The combined thoughts give him a warm feeling about her. She is more than just that woman for him. She is still that piece of broken cupids arrow which stuck in his heart. He waved her out and thought, There goes my luck, His life, His love. Something like that still running across his mind, Whow she looks so damn good, Great, Wonderful and fine, But it nibbles on his mind.

Cause he is in shame of her grief, Please dont aks him, His love to leave. Will she hug him, If she's still the one who she is. Embrace him, And his love, If she still recognize the love. But how is it possible that someone beautiful like her, Simply fearful is to receive real love. How long will the pain of silence, Still hurting. What should be done in earth, But why, Why she closes himself off to deep,

Irma, My Waussie, Sincere love..