I think I've decided I'm crazy
Like really lost my mind
But you're just as crazy
So I've come to find.

"Let's talk about how beautiful you are," you said
And snuggled into my shoulder
"Let's talk about spaceships," I said
Maybe I was growing bolder.

Then you replied, wittily,
"You'd look beautiful in a spaceship."
And that was when I realized
I was biting my lip.

Because you see, the mingling
Of the Strings, all around you and me
Have intertwined our crazy minds
And thus set us free.

I might look pretty in a spaceship
But that is not the point
The point is, the ground we fell upon
Has a common joint.

And maybe that doesn't make sense
But to me, I see the factors matching
Connecting all our String Theory Strings,
Each others breath we are catching.

And maybe that's what love is
When our wriggly Strings combine
Or maybe that's how you teleport
And even read my mind.

Either way, I think we're crazy
And match up fairly true
Pretty in a spaceship, or not
I am definitely in love with you.