Gracious, But I'D Be Lying Poem by Susan Lacovara

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