He gently picks her out
Fondly holding
Making her comfortable on his lap
With his arms around her
His fingers gently work up a rhythm
And he knows which strings to touch
Creating a world of magic with a guitar
While moving to the beat of his music,
I watched, lapsing into bliss!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes i wish I were a guitar! !