Six strings, amazing wires and lovely notes,
The only interpreters of my bleeding thoughts,
You are always there; understand my quotes,
Burst them out from your frets and white dots…
You are always there, my only true friend,
Embrace my broken heart, try always to mend,
Sometimes in blues and often a heavy metal band,
You can never make me sad, even if ever you intend…
I was born from the sound of your strings,
But in my life, seldom were the springs,
The winter sang for me a deadly tune,
All my loved ones left me too soon,
Now we are left alone,
Nobody calling on the phone…
I look at you; and you, at me,
Yes you belong only to me,
That’s how it should be,
You’d never made a fool out of me,
You never smoke neither you drink,
But deep inside I know how you think,
You wish you can love someday,
Believe me it’s not the only way,
Lovers might turn away,
If you mess up and betray,
All I want to say;
Love is danger,
Love is pleasure,
When love is pure,
It’s the only treasure…
So put aside your wooden heart,
Don’t dream in romance to take any part,
Put you hand in mine,
Everything will be fine,
Let us hope we’ll be forgiven,
As we play; A Stairway to Heaven!
I was born from the sound of your strings, But in my life, seldom were the springs, The winter sang for me a deadly tune, All my loved ones left me too soon, .. so sadistic view of life..but yes it happens sometimes.. it is general views expressed in so beautiful way.. i loved it.10 read mine waited at the gates
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What a friend. So musical, so available, so faithful. Well done my friend.