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
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 6:00 AM UTC
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