Taylor

Taylor,

Why must you be so,

Oh so perfect,

Just the way you are,

The grace,

The beauty,

The love,

The feel,

The voice,

So many things,

I wish upon,

In which come once in a lifetime,

But yet, Here you are,

In one.

Taylor,

Why must you be so perfect?

Why couldn't I be so?

Sadly I cannot.

You are but a wish upon a star,

And I,

The peasant, who wished upon that star,

For you to be as you are,

Oh so divine,

Beautiful,

Perfect,

Just the way you are.

But yet,

I didn't.

I didn't wish upon a star,

I needn't to.

For here you are my dear,

You, are the one,

Who lights up my night,

Like the star you are.

The sun to my earth,

Like the way you brighten my day.

The clouds to my sky,

The way you cuddle me.

The girl to my dream.

Why can I not,

For I haven't the courage,

The courage to ask,

To ask what?

For your hand my darling.

Not forth marriage,

But your hand, in which I might grasp.

In time of need,

In time of comfort,

In time of support,

In time of companionship.

The hand of which I love.

So why maketh this poem,

When I shall never ask for you?

My dear you must understand,

I will.

But sadly,

Now is not the time.

Just know I am here,

Here to stay,

Here for you.

Here. Where i'm needed.

Where you might ask?

With you.

Taylor,

I am here,

Here for you,

And I shall always be,

I am sorry for this,

The immediacy of this,

Why?

Because my dear,

I am desperate,

Sadly so, for which I could not wait.

Not for you,

Not for me,

But for us.

I'm sorry,

But this is to be.

I've said this so many times before,

So many times has it failed,

So many in fact,

I haven't to know,

Of which I knoweth not,

Except of which I love thee,

This is how I,

Jesse, feel for you.

Taylor,

This may come as a surprise,

But I love you,

You may be scared,

You may be creeped,

You may be worried,

Don't be scared,

You musn't be creeped.

Do not worry,

For this is but a hope,

A wish,

A chance,

Oh insignificant it is,

Of which I could not comprehend.

The need,

I have become lonely,

I needeth thee,

The care,

The love,

You.

I needeth thy beauty,

Throw me away,

Throw me far,

I knoweth thee feel,

The feeling of oddity,

Why?

Why must he ask me?

For that I haven't to know.

And I am sorry to burden this upon you.

For I love thee.

Thy dear Taylor.