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