Taylor & Travis

Under bright lights, on late-night screens, I’d seen a thousand golden scenes, But nothing hit like your first smile Cutting through that Kansas City mile. You were sequins, chords, and meteors, I was chalk dust, grass stains, roars— Somehow your verses found my route, Turned every third-and-long to “no doubt.” You stitched my Sundays to your stage, Wrote love notes in a gilded age, And in the noise, so wild, so loud, You’re the quiet in the screaming crowd. You’re the reason end zones feel like home, Why every road game’s not alone. If fate’s a playbook, here’s what’s true: Every route I ran led straight to you. So keep the bridges, I’ll keep the drive, Two worlds, one heart, both coming alive. From cleats to chords, from red to gold— Our love’s the story I want told.