The same...

Irma, My Waussie,

The heart of a woman like her, Unattainable, And yet also so close.., Here. He is continuing to look for a female person with a lovely heart as that of her, Smile whit affectionate. It seems almost impossible, Cause his heart flourishes still for her. Damn how must his heart make room for another love like her. For her, He certainly have mistakes still in abundance. But she is still that woman he deeply loved and cherished.

But his grief for her, Without her, That awful emptiness. Their conversation in his train of thought, Whispering and nibble his warm heart. Which leaves him no time to rest. Sometimes palpable struggle. No, That's also deep within, To overcome, Must conquer a heart..Or is it a dreaming action that misguided, And says it's wrong. He need not to be ashamed or embarrassed for her beauty in person, O damn that strange love of her.

Is that called luck, Not just having a rapprochement of her that gives him more than just a pain in his heart. It gives a satisfaction, Than he called it luck. And there she stole his heart and now, He has for life. Then let him being your hearts thief of the night. He thought, Continuing to show his love, A love is hard to tame. Then it happened again, While he try to catch his sleep, Thinking about her, Feels insane, He woke up next day, Damn it's just,

Irma, My Waussie, Still the same..., love.