Guitar
You strum that guitar
To the beat of my heart.
The melody rolls over me…
Wave
After
Wave.
Each strum is like
The flutter of a bird’s wings
And
The beating of my heart.
Your guitar
Is my home,
My soul,
My everything…
You
Are my everything.
Your guitar,
Is my lifeline
And you
You are my home…
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