Challenge
You're an insect in love. With whom? Well, I'll let you decide.
I, the Fly, That Loves the Spider
Let it be raining
Let it be hot
Let it be painting
Let it be not
For what fly lives in sullen hope
That with a spider, it will elope?
By what cruel God makes it so,
That spiders are so beautiful?
Legs like spines, web like silver
Glassy eyes and a lovely shiver
If only I be born one too,
Instead I be born ones' food
So, let it be that grass is dry
Let it be, the flowers moist,
Let it be, the child cries,
Let it be, my love a choice
Let it be an early Spring
Let it be, I the one to stand beside her
Let true love, no sorrow bring
Let it be, I, the fly, that loves the spider
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