Taylor.
Taylor
A planet filled with beauty and splendor
One stands out, her name is Taylor
She tells love stories, yet sheds tears on her guitar
Everytime I see her, my heart can only go far
I wonder, all day and night
Why she has the beauty of an angel so bright
Heaven sent she is, the sky is in lights
As her hair falls down, the music becomes right
Two decades or so, of her existence
I’m in disbelief, I missed out on her brilliance
This anger-filled mind, now calmed by her voice
Like the touch of an angel, with the grace of her poise
She waits for a Romeo, or perhaps a Prince Charming
But heaven knows, I am just dreaming
So far away it seems, yet her smile is still gleaming
I can only sit here, under the stars, they are shining
Now I don’t dream much, I have lost hope
As much as I ponder, this sadness I cope
Her beauty is immortal, the face of an angel
Her name is Taylor, she is the Scarlet Letter.
