The Web of Love--a poem

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The Web of Love

(Kyrielle pattern)

 My love is like the spider’s web:

when finished, it’s a cause celebre.

        It’s pliant in its lacy case
and glistens from my radiant face.

         Some say that love is ever new;

that love’s built daily, glue by glue.
        Love’s strands spin out with interlace
        and glisten from my radiant face.

         No lured distractions hide the goal

of meshing thread by thread, till, whole––
        the web of love is filled with grace.
It glistens from my radiant face.