I am a poet Who spins beautiful lies For guileless winsome eyes, to behold the undying glory, in my untold tragic story. Heart weeps, and eyes burn; inconsolable, Meteors strike the brokers heart; uncontrollable Win, I could, the whole world, Win, I could not, but one heart. Praises soared high, and festoons flew Around the whole world, in my victory, undue; For victory, I never had, never had victory: My biggest battle being you. Win it - I did not; win it - I will not; But brave I must be, strong I must be. So, I spin beautiful lies For guileless winsome eyes To behold undying glory, hiding the tragedy in my story