Player of Mine

You strum the strings of my heart with your fingers' gentle touch. 
You change the sound of my melody with the firmness of your clutch. 
You tune the sadness out of my soul. 
You fill me with your rock n' roll. 

Please, Oh please don't strum too hard 
Or else you'll leave me marred. 
For I only have these set of strings
To make my love for you sing.  

Dear player of mine, 
Don't be fooled by the shininess of my pine. 
My strings have reached their peak, 
I am not the guitar your talent should seek.

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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