The answer...
Irma, My Waussie,
In a fraction of a second he can recall those beautiful moments, Of one of most affectionate woman he knows, A smile call to mind. She could fulfill, One of his grand desire. But with that smile when she smiles, Smiles her feelings, Smiles her heart. That smile he was in love. His own afrodite who smiles at him. That laughter can seduce every man, Maybe it was better to dilate her blissful smile. Yet also his heart is smiling because it yearns for her, And that smile.
By avoiding her laugh, He loses his way of life. He hates it because he loves her. How unfriendly it sometimes seems, And yet she is also so beautiful. She sounds so unkind. That is because she is still his greatest love of all. She is not only his heat of the night, Or a little sunshine, Just a class foxy lady. Then he closes his eyes, And he imagined that she laughs at what he writes down. His trip to the desire, Gives color to his face.
He wants more, Then the journey to her desire. Where she., She probably just read and laughs. Sometimes he feels like dust in the wind, She can blow it away, And knowing that dust always comes back for her. She's like a Houdini, Just only with love, Everytime she wants to, She can escape his love. And still he treats her like a lady. So whatever the questions may be of her, His answer, Always laughing,
Irma, My Waussie, love...xx