But in the depth of his heart he hides a wonderful secret, a secret always present, as he works through the day.
Only he – and the one who shares his life – know the secret: it is their shared treasure, the magic link between them when he is away.
She has the key, and she knows, every evening he will be there, at their door…
For she is the guardian, collared, fragile, her white skin like snow in Spring, her lips so red, waiting to open for him the door of Paradise.
Image: Daria Bagrintseva