Our world, conjoined like twins
When you fingered my brain
I found you in my fret
Turned you to a note
In my diamond plaited box
Safely tucked in my heart

Every of your breathe is a sound
A very beautiful song to my ears
If chords make notes
And notes makes sounds
Then you are the missing key
You are sound, I, the box

Our life is tuned like guitar pegs
Together, let's pull the strings
And hear the sweat sound
Escaping from the soundbox
Serenading the atmosphere in bliss
Because you are my Guitar box

Babatunde Raimi
Nigerian Author & Poet
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