Worth the wait...

My Waussie,

When a beloved is gone, no calls, nothing. none that he wants to see. That feels like he are just've lost everything, because he only think of the love, the warmth. He can feel the loneliness is left in a room, if he is there alone. A room, and there is nothing. Only the scent of her fragrance, he can smell even slightly, slide it out of his mind. With tears in the eyes, one is blind and often feel been fooled. How could that ever happen to them. Oh, thinking that nothing has being done, alone without her.

Is there really nothing more remained. Darling, do remember well, he knows that he loves her. And still he waits, on a beautiful voice in the night, there is none else. It feels just be lost sometimes. He would shout it from a roof. Says he can still captivate. So warm love, why she turns her back on him. My heart knew what time it was, the first time I saw her. The longing more and more for her, because she really is his thief of hearts.

Never before he was so in love, And still after tonight will that would be. A summer evening in Paris, both in love paradise. Along the Seine, with hands together, that dream let go of it. The juicy kiss at Notre Dame, believe me they do not know what hit her. at the Eiffel Tower, he asks that night her soft, stay with me forever, not for a night. But if you're a woman like her would kiss, he is sure that she taste the impassioned love. It is worth to wait,

My Waussie, anyway.