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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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