Fleur-de-lis

I saw a portrait of mine On that wall which was shine The frame was gold plated And picture was absolute fine. I have a beautiful human nest At where is all luxury and rest Elegence aura, beautiful view and cute moon Everything which, for a man, is best. But here I am painfully restless I always saw my dark shadowy face Which laugh at me and shake me- "Coward! You! You had left FLEUR-de-LIS. In heavy rain and thunder Only look you with eyes wonder Under that usual tree, dreaming But you left her, with deep scar.