This is a story of a girl whose name’s Lavender
Or Love, or Lovely just for short…
Indulging in daydreams throughout the calendar
She is so often caught right on the spot.
She’s often mantled by her thoughts,
Enclosed by mysteries and shadows,
The sharpest intuition she promotes,
And facts are often not her fellows…
…So she was sitting on her own
Veiled by the cloud of dreams as usual…
A little melancholic, sad, a bit forlorn…
And suddenly she is disturbed and thrown into confusion!!!!
A little meadow dweller with big ears and hairy legs
Bumped unexpectedly into the thoughtful lady!
He cursed unpleasantly and gathered back his strengths…
…and straightened to full length…
But, frankly, it was not so scary…
The cloud of her reflections disappeared;
Reluctantly she turned her head
To find a furious and groggy dwarf with a disheveled beard…
Though she didn’t feel the fright but sympathy instead.
The little old and awkward dwarf was waving hands in rather touching manner;
Was barely balancing on short and hairy legs and quickly growing red…
“Oh! Dear gentleman! I’m sorry!! This makes me even sadder!
This luckless incident is making me upset!!!”
He stopped at once his bustling movements;
And put in order hands and gathered steady legs;
His heart immediately melted and his anger ruined,
He swallowed instantly all his complaints…
He said: “Oh Lovely lady! You don’t need to worry!
But you have told, and I can not ignore it, --
You had been sad before I fell… Then why? You’re having a bad day?”
She answered, and her voice was soft and tender
“My dear schrewd kind-hearted dwarf!
The short form you have guessed right off,
They call me Love, and Lovely, and I’m not a pretender…
But in my whole name hides the reason of my being always slightly sad:
It keeps reminding me that all good things come to their End…”