The Serene Swift Lament of Taylor's Grace

When gentle Swift with melody abound,

Roams 'cross the stage with songs of love profound,

In feathered gown of white, her spirits gale,

Creates a slew of tales in songs unveiled.

Through summer's gleam, her verses sung so bright,

In winter's chill, they warm both day and night.

Her voice of velvet threads a tender course,

Unties the knots of heartbreak’s twisted force.

With pen in hand, she casts a magic spell,

In rhythms deep, where countless stories dwell.