Walking on a carpet of flowers
So it begins
My dream of Lavender
This city girl had only found the scent in candles
Or with a hint of vanilla
In a bath
Now I wear it, on my skin
So it could leave traces on my pillow
Lavendula, I love you
I rather you make me calm
On a busy day
I rather you make me sleep
On a noisy night
So pretty this nard
Not just ornamental
Let the envious rose have her thorns
