I’ve been ensnared by love for you, br Your sleeplessness, your moodiness, br Your poetry of a hundred broken hearts, br Your youthfulness worshipping music br And tipping your glass of merriment br To imaginary gods of spontaneity br As you step with friends from a bar into the moonlight. br br Love arises gradually br Like the smoke of the sweet incense br That your younger sister bought for you br At the astral store of mystical charms br Until it entirely infiltrates the heart br Like incense eventually perfumes br Every room of the house.