my love is building 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
My Love Is Building A Building
E. E. Cummings
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Poem topics: I love you, death, flower, hate, strong, guess, house, smile, I miss you, tower, mouth, prison, magic, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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