Guitar...
i took you from where you where hiding...
it seemed so long since you last saw the light...
gently grasped you coz im afraid to mishandle and break you,
then slipped you in my arms...
slowly strummed each note... carefully grasping each chord...
then again the sound... that magical resonating feeling is back again...
the closer i held you the louder it seemed...
then music... floated all around me...
i didn't want to stop... no i dont want to stop...
even if my fingers would bleed from plotting each fret...
or burst into flames from pressing hard against your strings...
i'll never want to stop... for only in these moments...
that i truly feel.... complete....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem