A Tangled Web Poem by Andrew Lockley

These feelings that you expressed,
Are tangled in somewhat a webbed mess,
The garden spiders home does the shining,
Clinging and grasp the heart I am winding.
Please i spun the web, now to reach my heart,
On the entangled mess and you the start,
And on my white lace Ive written to wall,
The gardens colour vivid to suns call,
And forever the world ours cant mistake,
Till ends end shall dawn, though no web will break.
Like a jungle is deep, were lost in love.
Still the trees stand, beating and breathing above,
And together tangled in green envy,
Are the vines and webs, to hold hearts plenty.