Emilie Autumn
In Praise Of Cyrano
He had a fault, this is most trueBut others have faults greater stillA noble profile was his rueBut many have done greater illAnd yet he would not showHis love, nor let her knowThat she was dearThough he was nearHe dared not tell her soNow why was he the only manTo see himself not worth his prize?About myself they plot and planHow to find favor in my eyesBut never do they guessThat I might think them lessThan one who choseDue to his noseTo love but not confess
From Letras Mania