I love you as I love
The spiders in the attic
Waiting in the dark
Like little quiet knights.

The spiders in the attic
No more mean us harm
Than little quiet knights;
No more, my dear, must you.

Do not wish us harm;
My darling, calm your fears.
No more, my dear, must you
Believe we love you not.

My darling, calm the fears
Waiting in the dark.
Forget they love you not;
I love you as I live.

A/N: This was written for the first stage of the Fourth Annual Poetry Triathlon over on the boards last October.