Just a Strike On My Guitar Box

I have tried to play the music with my hands To please the one I love without any band The sound came in a way that I had in mind I made it flow as if I drank some wine I could only paused when she gave me her lovely smile The precision with which it beat my ears It reminds me of the love I have been seeking for years Because in this love I could find perfection Perfection which gladdens my heart, leaving no affliction When you are in my arms I could find no distraction I can't comment on this perfect Guitar box of mine Or it's sound that makes people dine My guitar box yields the best rhythm in time With it I can enchant the audience's mind Even though it might change as the year goes by I mean just a strike on my guitar box (an excerpt) "letters from the heart" © MICHAEL EDISON