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.