Guitar Poem by angelica dela cruz

I have clever fingers
that can make you sing.
Your voice quivers
as I hold you close to me.
You are
perfection.
Your form is light
and pleasing.
My hands caress your smooth
curves.
We make music
all day, all night.
We tell stories about life,
death;
The world's two greatest passions:
love and hate.
Together, we
sing the world to sleep.
Your secrets I will keep
close to me.
You're always on my mind;
your voice, your feel;
Always.
Until I can hold you
in my arms again.