The end of a Concealed love...

Irma, My Waussie,

Clouds packed together above his head, After a storm had robbed him of his rest. The hurricane that raged through his body, Take there his love and hurts his heart. How long he also staring to her picture, Nothing could calm his grief sweetie, Years he needed to get back on his feed, And even his girly is named after her, Cause his love for her, Is intense inner deep. Never heard again the words from her lips. Many years and always as the dead, Silence.

Till that day she came to his house, And sitting on the couch. Maybe he will look full and with no regret sometimes from heaven down to her. How she will go to a grave and stands crying, Again. Like back then, While she was moving. It hurts even than, The note that she gave him before she moved on. While he knocking on heavens Door, It still will be in his pocked. These are the words which he will read.. " This love was also quietly yours” Please forgive and believe dear, Ill Really did love to, Will she have a nice life till end May Ill see her in Heaven.

Irma, My Waussie, With her concealed love,...