THE LOVE

It can be a small snake, that hides 
Inside of you, laughing and mourning. 
It can be a white dove, that flyes 
To sing at your window at morning.
It shines in the rime, in the snow,
It's an air between the green leaves...
It secretly will somewhen show
You the way from the joy and the peace.
You'll see, at the nighttime it cryes
In the prayer of violin's crying. 
And it's scary to recognize
It inside of the strange unknown smile.