Still felt...

Irma,My Waussie,

I am write this as a book, So when I hit this cover. My heart trembled and shook, I read the introduction with joy and pleasure and tought, Wow,It felt right. Those pages which I turned because he longed for more love and information. But each chapter untouched, That it was for him just like an empty store. Could not believe that this was the end, Waiting for As long as,If she,s had been moved far away from him. Turned many sides of the book and can tell you with a huge smile, I was already clear, With each page that he,s turned. A blink of him for her. Gives her name never price, Out of respect for her.

As gentle person he gave away the indication that this is a love story to be written by him for her. But how can it be that she lookt one time at him, It feels as if she were hypnotized him. While she gently says you will find a way to my heart, And if it is found, I demand at least that one intense hug, Like never before. But if he doesn't want to, She will go, He will stand next to her. Only time will show. He reminds himself that he sought her hand. To feel her heart rate. And believe him, He still felt that,

Irma, My Waussie, Heart rate.