Lament as his wife, so did he say,
he vanished to disentangle her from disillusion,
Reticent about his own wound ,So did she say,
he returned to soothe a heart locked in the past.
Thus the daffodil missed her blossom year on year
In the shadow cast through those shutters.
As the traveller enjoyed his journey back and forth
With the tale complied by its readers.
As such among many spider men of singular swiftness today,
Waving a web of wishful women.