She never needed instructions from me,
My beautiful lady guitar,
Her purpose in life was to set the notes free
Becoming her own brightest star.
Her magic was heard in her infinite voices,
Pure and clean and true.
Without hesitation she made the best choices,
Our heart and soul friendship grew.
When my hesitations caused audible questions
She gave us her elegant best.
My dancing fingers made only suggestions,
Lady guitar did the best.
The personification of Lady Guitar is interesting. I urge you to keep enjoying her frienship. Don't let her slip off. Nice write. Pls read my poems and comment
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I would like to translate this poem
The beauty and wonder of sweet music never grows old. Very nice poem.