Typical moment...

Irma, My Waussie,

The day that he saw her again, That one second she looked at him. Just that one moment, He never knew. Did not know it existed, But it made him warm, That memory whit her. It did not let him go, Stood next to her. Touched her, When she went away. She with her pleasant smell, Oh.., Damn it still hangs around, When he closed his eyes. He sits, Possibly with his eyes closed. Dreaming of that typical moment. Before he could say anything, Was she gone.., Again. Now he think every day, At the damn moment he saw her.

He was rather been blind at that time. He's probably waiting, Maybe it's coming, That one moment, He knew, He will never forget. He hopes that he meet her one more time. Even though it says her completely nothing. He have still something, Pretty damn that special moment. How would it be without her, He would not know how. It is the woman, Which he would like to be those nights, Very close to her. No dreams of eternal fidelity, But real passionate scented sweaty love for them both.

Stay over nights, And when she wants, Forever. Make it than reality, Not just a thought. Just keep those nights, He want to give her everything. But never go out of his life.., Again. At her he had always been waiting for. That typical woman, That feeling gave to him, Had he never imagined. Can she feel what he feels. Love in infinity. Then she say the words to him and quietly have missed. And that she, Quietly still does, To him. Time stood still, When she said, Yes, That is something that their Yeah.., But that was just,

Irma, My Waussie, A typical moment.