Lyrics

my love is buiding a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginning of your smile)a skilful uncouth prison,a precise clumsy prison(building thatandthis into Thus, Around the reckless magic of your mouth) my love is building a magic,a discrete tower of magic and(as i guess) when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall crumble the mouth-flower fleet He'll not my tower,                         laborious, casual where the surrounded smile                                 hangs                                                 breathless