my love is building a building <br />around you, a frail slippery <br />house, a strong fragile house <br />(beginning at the singular beginning <br /> <br />of your smile)a skilful uncouth <br />prison, a precise clumsy <br />prison(building thatandthis into Thus, <br />Around the reckless magic of your mouth) <br /> <br />my love is building a magic, a discrete <br />tower of magic and(as i guess) <br /> <br />when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall <br /> <br />crumble the mouth-flower fleet <br />He'll not my tower, <br />laborious, casual <br /> <br />where the surrounded smile <br />hangs <br /> <br />breathless<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love-is-bulding-a-building/
