My guitar man, standing strong
looking good, looking cool
looking you and beautiful
With a guitar at your chest
as your sword of truth
You play your heart
Fingers dance on strings
and voice your inner world
in all its colours, all its tones
And I hear your melodies
They find an echo in my poems
and dance with my words
as we are both instruments
of love
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