Spin round me
Your web of love
Encircle my soul
Weave and ensnare me
Into the center of your being
For out of your essence
Shoots out your graces
Like threads of silk
Spun to produce
Indeed, a masterpiece
Your web woven
Is made of strands
Strands of beauty and love
I stand enthralled
Lured by bait inviting within
Like the tarantula
Watching in patience
Your bait traps your victim
Paralyzing is your bite
And you devour every part
Yet I am ensnared
By your love
Enthralled by your web
Spun with your graces
Bewitched in the spider's web
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