Once there was a great man,
to him I was his biggest fan.
this man had a heart of gold,
hard to get and hard to hold.
his world was built on love and hate,
for his past had decided his fate.
he cared about no one but himself,
for he had put his love on a shelf.
there once was a lady in his life,
but he pricked her heart with a knife.
all her love for him she had spun,
but only time would pay for what he had done.
he grew to be a very old fool,
and for him her love still on a spool.