I have crowned you my queen.
There are those taller than you, much taller.
There are those more radiant than you, far more radiant.
There are those more beautiful than you, far more beautiful.
But you are the queen.
When you walk down the street,
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown.
No one sees the red carpet of gold
that you step on as you walk,
the carpet that does not exist.
And when you grow weary,
all the rivers roar within me,
in my body, the skies
and the bells tremble,
and a hymn takes over the world.
Only you and I,
only you and I, my beloved,
can hear it.
