Walking towards the unknown
Away from the well known
A precious stone ornamented glamorous crown
Of a dignified and refined love and affection
This only sounds like fiction
Although we used to talk about all this with conviction
When we were waved with a magical wand
The whole world had turned into a heart-lifting and fulfilling beau monde
perfection  

The crown
Fell off and hit the ground
Turning me into a clown
All the gems and jewels spread and broke up
Like filthy germs floating around