You lure me into your bower
yet I notice you cower
as my eyes do devour
all your hard-working hours.
Twigs bent like arcs and vectors
natural architecture.
Conscientious collector,
I’ll be your inspector.
Wistful for my affection,
whistling with pure intention.
Triplets in your inflection,
I listen, as you sing,
as you sing, as you sing,
sing for me.
I’m impressed by your generous gesture,
you’ve expressed interest far beyond measure.
By request, I’ll take this token,
your song and your structure’s whimsically woven.
And it’s won me over,
it’s won me over. It’s won me over,
it’s won me over. It’s won me over,
it’s won me over.
You’ve rendered a splendorous thing.
Your tremolo turns me to trembles.
What treasure to hear you sing.