Handsome face chiseled by a Greek sculptor Your bass guitar I could listen to forever Deep, resonant music like that of a cello I suppose what I'm trying to tell you Person, friend, in this letter Is I would like to know you better Since my identity I am hesitant from just giving away, Identify me not by name rather by the instrument I play: A silver and black woodwind.
This poem I conjured for a certain somebody and gave to him. I have yet to hear his response.