Said goodnight inside left dying
Gracious, but I'd be lying...
To wave, with disconcerting aire,
In truth, could not escape his stare
Poised, I prance, ballerina grace
Yet stumble, when I dream his face
I look away, pretend at ease
Gracious, if not to displease
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Nothing lost, if kept restrained
How I quarrel with regret
Gracious, will he soon forget...
Strong of will, scaffold steel
A jeweller's eye could tell I'm real
Disguised as coal, and cold, defying
Gracious, but I'd be lying
Chloe is right! , agreed with her...done in very nice style and original_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shut away... out of sight... out of harm... for just tonight...