His Guitar Gently Weeps
Exquisite lace of interwoven pledges
music played, a romantic daze
endearments of his love so deep
grand gestures in a passionate craze
her heart is closed, frozen in time
though his adoration never wavers
she waits patiently for a sign
when she can tell him he loves too much
he plays his instrument so divine
she cannot resist his touch
whilst he loves to distraction
in a masquerade of meaningless lust
she bathes in her own satisfaction
he watches her when she sleeps
troubadour ignorant in veneration
while his guitar gently weeps
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melancholisch mooi June
killea: Thank you Magdalena
if I read those words and I read the title, I have to think to the old zorro-films, there are man wit guitars who are playing serenades,
lovely poem, I hope once on a time you find the right person,
killea: Thank you Marc love
Mooi weemoedig gedicht
killea: thank you tessy
killea: thank you lucky
George Harrison was the most sympathic Beatle I guess.
Beatiful poem June.
killea: Thank you Greta
Mooie titel, June !
En de woorden die volgen illustreren perfect de song.
killea: Thank you Inner
great gitarist, nice poem!
killea: Thank you, Jan