Help me, these
uncontrollable
wild fires
Keep cropping up
It is unreasonable
And
With reason
We could put them out.
A man like you could not want
A woman
With such subtle
Crimson
Undertones
Who is
Rich
Not very simple
Sees, truly!
Won’t let you
Go on
Holds, holds.
I cannot blame
You
Anyway,
Whose job is it to catch?
A spider in her web
Has both welcome
And unwelcome visitors
Whom she does not
necessarily choose.
By any means
I certainly don’t want
To eat you.
So help me put out
These wild fires
Go away from my web
I would like to return
To easy spinning
My silver
With no further
interruption
and if I’ve scared you
Good.