Oh, well, I don’t blame you, dear
Your pretty face and soul? You can
Have no control over that, surely.
See, the thing is, I worry that your
Lovelily spun
Web will catch nightmares along with
Love
But please, mademoiselle, don’t let this shake the
Charming dew drops of yours
Keep
Spinning
Your
Web!
For your beauty
Will not fail, (as mine has, for which I shall never be forgiven
or viewed with kind eyes again, though I knew not
what the sting of the bee really
whispered)
I promise you, it won’t
In its ancient and blessed task
Of making life
(so glorious
Already!)
Worth living…
