I think of her all the time
But doubt I really cross her mind
I wonder how she would she describe me if I asked
Would it be with the awe as I'd do when she'd pass

Would she smile at all when she said my name
These thoughts of mine, ****, they fill me with shame
Of her in my jumper, and me in his place
So intimate, they feel ***** to say

What a pointless confession, this one would be
So this soft secret stays safe with me
Though its heavy to hold, and the journey is steep
One of these days, my heart will be free

I play my guitar with a gentleness reserved for you
A light grip on the pegs as I tune
And a soft touch on the frets as I strum
Not leaving a single scratch on the guard
The sound warm from the feeling you bring
I pluck the same way you pull at my strings
The pick always the colour of your choice
I play,tenderly , in the key of your voice
And count in beat with the rhythm of your heart
With the presence of your love
The music can starts