G For Guitar
She rests her body in my lap,
and with my arms, to her i embrace...
stroking gently with my fingers,
she moans as her neck i caress...
when things go bad and im sad,
my tears fall and she lets out my cries...
gloomy, lonely and when im blue.
her tune takes me where the happiness lies...
six magical strings she wears,
in my touch, waiting to vibrate...
and as i do music arises,
and carries me to a heavenly state....
blessed be the man who created you,
blessed shall be, who hears your sound...
blessed i feel myself too,
as with you im so cozily bound.....
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