Lapsing Into Bliss Poem by Anita Atina

Lapsing Into Bliss



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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sonya Florentino 08 February 2009

sometimes i wish I were a guitar! !

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Al Ramos 04 April 2008

Learning to play a guitar myself I can relate to this bliss

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