Gracious, But I'D Be Lying

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