A Treasure In My Soul
The scutcheon on my door
Is your peaceful heavenly smile
I carved it on my door
To lock the sorrows inside.
I plead you, not to ask for the key,
As I missed it on a thespian escape!
The scuttle on my head is full of rose
From the garden of Scylla of the Pacific.
Through the spectacles on your nose
Don't speck on my rose
This spectacular sight is for me alone
A treasure to the sanctum of my soul! !