Waiting for...

Irma, My Waussie,

Waiting on the terrace, For my sunshine. Waiting until her work is done, Thats what he does for her. Sometimes he think, Can he just say it, Is it not embarrassing, It's not the doubt to her beauty or charisma, Wisdom, But rather my mind. It,s her smile, Which is really her best accessory. For me, Dangerous but damn beautiful. She knows me as extrovert pronounced, That weighs against her introverted attitude.

But if she will lash out from her rest, Calmness and composure. Then peace and mind are over, Yeah take it for true. Her calmness fits me on to her, Calmness is female for peaceful vote. But do not deprive it from her. The little angel, Will not be a smiling devil from a box, That you'd rather not want to see, She is than the scissors of a lobster, straight and razor sharp. So, She loves the Sun, Sea and sand. Where he, s then ran with her preferably.

He looks at her, And says my dear I never let you go again. So the eye sees only what the mind can hold. So the eye reads the rules of love, Brain understand the look, The heart that feels what brain and love meant. That is bizarre that such a thing as long as he still feels. Simply called love. Not only heaven knew, That I could not do without your love, But how in heaven's name I fell in love, On that Angel with treacherous love, Light eyes and her beautiful name Yeah I have gray hair but always,

Irma, My Waussie, Smiling insane ...