You sit beside me one evening, as I pass on to you my guitar,
“Where do you want my hands?”, you smirk, “Tell me my little rock star”.
I roll my eyes at the remark, “Do you really wanna learn this honey?”,
“Of course” , you say innocently and smile, “I will do anything for you sweety”.
And I shake my head and giggle , “You know you really should stop saying that,
Now hold the fretboard like this, and press these strings, don’t chat”.
You roll your eyes at my bossiness, but sweetly do as I say,
“Now place your other hand this side, and strum this G chord this way”.
“Wow that’s real romantic”, you smile, as the strings come alive beautifully,
“But I think I have a better idea , cause I am feeling a bit lonely”.
And before I can understand what you mean, I find…