Affinities bend the throttle, origin of our tribe So hurtled as to collide, proving love weird Instantly, expectations, hearts seared To cool an overheated engine, a wide-eyed bride
Conjugal visits, if only this prison permitted Yet recklessly committed, we find ourselves Bound by obscurity promised, are elves And faeries whose spells are transmitted
Who's dash against clatter does or doesn't? What was or wasn't, how we might still be unclear Still risking it all for fuzzy ambiguity, my dear A six in one hand or that other half dozen
So we did it, it's done, and never more fun My spun honey bun, I have no single regret For you are my jangly chain, and I, your pet Love run-in has been wet, and oh so wildly won