Dear arachnid, weave your wonder
As I sit and dream and ponder
Of how your beauty sticks to me;
Caught with affixation on
Glistening sinews in the dawn
Oh, how your beauty sticks with me.
When the time comes to fly away
I am ensnared and here to stay
‘Cause of how your beauty sticks;
To me, I’m yet another fly
Abuzz in bonds; my glare has tried
To stray, yet I am grateful for your
Your beauty sticks and never dies.