The Web

The Web By Stan Almendro© I sit so quiet at my window watching this little fly It is also being watched by a spider oh so sly The web is spun and now it is the patient game In every walk of love and life, it is for us the same The web of love and life is spun for every one It makes our hearts so light or feeling like a ton No hairy-legged spider is watching o’er this web It is often a blue-eyed guy with curls on his head At first, it is a smile and a short winking of the eye This makes my legs so weak and a big hearty sigh The web has no power yet draws the victim nearer It is what makes falling in love evermore so dearer So my blue-eyed spider as you wait there by your web Is it me you want to snare or someone else instead? The force of your stringy web is more than I can take It is either a silky web or my heart that you will break Well I’ve now lost site of the sly spider and the little fly I do not see a hairy-legged monster looking oh so sly My legs are weak and my heart is pounding very high I’ll let be that blue-eyed spider if you let me be your fly