The Introvert

Nobody loves the spider.  The spider doesn't mind.
Such an ugly frightening creature comes a beautiful design.
And so it goes, only the introvert knows the best way to kill time
Take a look, get up close to see the spider make the most of all those things which he is maligned.
Nobody loves the spider, the introvert opined.

Nobody thanks the sun.  The sun continues to shine.
Her selfless love can only be defined as something from the divine
And so it goes, only her broken heart knows
why we have night and day
The moon will never again be mine, the sun opined
as she continues to light the way.

Everybody doubts the dreamer.  The dreamer doesn't care.
His poker face is out of place in his game of solitaire
So it goes, no one knows of his busy mind and its despair.
If hope was currency, the introvert would be a millionaire
She'll love me again, the dreamer opined as if it was a dare

Nobody understands the introvert.  The introvert doesn't mind.
He spins his web from inside his head
to the outside world, he's blind
And so it goes, only the spider knows, the introvert is benign
Love is rare and hard to find, the sun and moon opined.