Violet and I
fell in love a year ago,
I racked my brains on
the anniversary,
and bought her a large bunch of white violets.
I was pretty reluctant because
the violets were dear, but
Violet`s the dearest of women,
so I had to do my best.
I looked forward to the effect.
It came.
A bolt from the blue,
tears showering from her eyes
– I hate my name,
anyway, I am allergic to violets,
I always dreamt of
being called Vali.
She sobbed – I consoled her, and hugged her,
never even noticed
Vali and I were dancing on the vilolets,
oh, what nonsense, dear Violet!