The Crowning Met in singleness, Walked with wooden shoes on Infant air screaming loud, By god I?m in love My heart has been crowned. The affinity of hearts well tied The precarious feelings set aside Will it work as a knot? Does this doltish stranger work? Oh I think I?m in love Wake up with four arms on you, Don?t think thy separate than mine. Cup of coffee and a warm kiss A methodical social life commences I think I?m in love. Five years of walk on the same road Ten thousand meals together Moments of joy and yet the anguish ? Don?t want to hear about your swelled every day Didn?t come this far for this Am I in love? Now the crowning begins From her to me as a ?deranged person? From me to her as a ?psychopath? Rhubarbs and turmoil Sleeping on the ends of the bed a vision passes I don?t think I?m in love Scribbly scribbly letters on a shiny paper Flaccid tears storm out Why can?t I convince myself I still love you? Made in heaven, broken by law, An irony to itself, marriage I?m never getting married again??? Why am I not afraid? Or is it that I was too afraid to hide? Well what is so sexy about a girl with attitude and a pair of tight leather boots?