The may is warm
But in my room is always winter.
I gently touch snakeskin - she warns:
I’m soft but bite of mine is bitter.

My pretty little Eve,
You are my lover and  my friend
You are the only reason I don’t leave
And I’m gonna stay until the end.

Don’t know, end of you or me?
Who’s gonna catch another’s last breath?
I know that before you I must kneel.
I know that you are a masterpiece.