When I was a teenager
I started to get eager
But not in love
I don’t know how,
But suddenly I was in love
Once I saw a white dove.
And there she was, Mirjam
I thought: Here I am
And there is she
I felt that He
Decided that I should see that dove
And fell in love.
She was just a friend
And I did not know to end
This love.
Because she was my best friend
And I was flying on a pink cloud.