Love grew in a garden 
So all might see 
The thinness of Love 
And its delicacy. 

The moon span like clover 
Her white, white web 
And there came a lover 
To Love's dark bed. 

He swore to the flowers 
He swore to the stars 
Nothing ever would make him 
Betray Love's cause. 

He lied in his heart 
And his eyes were blind 
And when he picked Love 
He broke her mind. 

Gone is the garden 
And empty Love's bed 
When the moon is spinning 
Her white, white web.