The elf cut a Jasmine flower
From her floral shining green hair
She kissed it and gave it to him
A rectification so unfair
He told her as she walked away
He will give the unfair present
To the goddess of love, Venus
Who is a goddess so prudent
He took the glittering flower
To the temple of divine love
He started praying for decades
But he saw no grace from above
One hundred years passed and the man
Became a gray blinded elder
But the ardor was still burning
His heart was a sadness wielder
