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 © Michael Edison | Year Posted 2015
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