There is a door in front of me
That wasn't there before
Which promises true ecstasy
If I walk through that door.
It beckons me with love divine
If I will but pass through
To taste the pleasures that are mine.
That door, my dear, is you.
I stand here just a step away
From everything you pledge
And yet it seems to me I may
Be standing on a ledge
The great unknown lies just beyond
Just barely out of view
Thin ice that masks a frigid pond?
The doorway that is you.
It may just be that I am scared
I've walked through doors before
To find that I was ill-prepared
For all that lay in store
And, yet, your words invite me so
I'm not sure what to do
Should I step through or should I go
From that door which is you.
If hesitation worries you
Please try to understand
Experiences I've been through
Cause me to stay my hand
Are you a door to heaven's gate
Or to the gates of Hell?
Will we find love or learn to hate
Each other? Who can tell?
So here I stand, with feet of lead
Without a single clue
Hold back or rush right through, instead
The doorway that is you.
