Céline Dion

She
Was eighteen years old
Hair in the wind
The line
Of a swan
Who's unfolding her (wings)

She
Had the lines
Of a singing bird
And all musicians
Were turning to (her)

She
Had all the shinning
Of that century
Where the waltz
Was queen
Where love was king
In a sky
Of lace
Unreal

She
Was walking her hands
On a harpsichord
And chopin was considering her
Beautiful
Only had to smile
To make him write
Listen to
The preludes
He was composing for her

She
I so much dreamed about her
Spoke with her
That often
I take myself
For her

She
Is my ideal
The biggest star
And I want
To look like
Her accurate portrait
The was only her
And it's her
My model

She
Was eighteen years old
Hair in the wind
The magic
Of the irrational things
They were doing for her
She was the most beautiful
I would like to be... her