"A match, good master,
let's go to that house,
for the linen looks white, and smells of lavender,
and I long to lie in a pair of sheets that smell so."
More Merlot and rose,
more sirrah and champagne,
our head got tipsy from all the sipping,
so we took a lavender infused break.
We picked our own bunch of the purple wonder,
avoided the busy bees working away
and took that fragrance home,
now beautifully sitting on the kitchen sill.