Behind a secret door.

You are to me like a white dove,

Like God--you are so far above,

Above my head you soar.

It sets the ice on fire.

So don't pretend you're Mr. Nice,

I know--you always keep disguise

And under it--desire.

And know your deepest secrets.

But you had always made it hard--

I never drew my lucky card,

I never won those tickets...

Though distance still grows longer.

I crave your hug, your warmest touch..

Oh God, I love you very much,

With every second--stronger...

I lost the spice of life.

But now, the feelings for you spurt,

It's nothing like I ever thought...

My love is still alive.