To Miss Taylor Swift
Whose fairy beauty for me is a gift
To praise her within my lines
As the books dedicated to divines!
O Polyhymnia, I ask thee for thy aid,
Help me write my lines for my beautiful maid.
Gold is her hair, as a queen’s crown
Falling down in curled way as gilded or brown
Leaves swirling down in autumn’s days.
So pretty, and so to describe her are so many ways!
So charming that even referring to old stories of Hellas
Such a face makes even Aphrodite a jealous!
Pity that Homer is not here to compare thee to Helen!
Yet the world sees thy glamour when you’re at Ellen.
Thy lips are the rubies redder than the roses
And to approve your innocent look no one opposes.
Your eyes are the sapphires in the statues of happy princes
Oh, thou art fairer than the evening's air, and a glance evinces
My words are as right as fair judges are!
Oh, sometimes I wish I could meet thy eyes,
And sometime I ponder that wouldn’t happen even in skies!
‘Tis a pity she’s here in this unearthly earth!
And has to be wasted from the time of her birth;
Although all universe has united for shaping her beauty.
Sorry that I can never reach such a cutie.
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty
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