Emerald Guitar
All I had was my songs and this guitar
Until one day you passed by me.
You stood there, wind blowing in your hair
I couldn’t help but drown in your gaze and stare
A dream that seemed back then so far-
is coming to sweep you off your feet
My Dalia I know you hear my heart-
You didn’t just come to ask for a song
I just made you smile, didn’t I?
You came to see yourself in my eyes-
I don’t mind the lies from your lips
The smiles you hide each time I look your way
give you away as I continue to play my guitar
Guitar lessons with you were a debonaire
and a chance to have you close my star!
Why do your emerald eyes have to char-
a soul like mine when all we want is to never be afar!
Take my hand I’m singing in this fanfare
to tell you that you are my Emerald guitar
Whom I long to hold, kiss and adore
Oh how I love you Dalia this I hereby declare!
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