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