Bradley Tremmil
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GUITARRA DE AMOR…
They say roses are red
And violets are flowers
While rain pours in showers
I can go on for hours n hours…
Glissed to glow –
Lights dimmed low,
Guitarra de amor
When work is done
I like to play,
The days are long
And the nights, the nights,
There’s just not enough hours to go…
The travelling bee,
this species’ that is me
Round about a quarter to
the gravity just can’t ravel me…
After 7
when the tension fades
More & more I have need of you
Someway somehow,
Deep from within musically
something spins my wings…
From your guitar
there’s conversations of things,
Every note,
Every frill,
Every stroke of strum
is such a thrill of exuberance,
Honey tree,
Could it be your telepathy
that’s gotten me drifting
far upon this scenic sea?
In awe
what more can I say
Guitarra de amor
Night into day
Don’t you know
Oh…don’t you know
how much this way
I love to play…
Copyright © 2017 Bradley M. Tremmil
Music is therapy for the soul. I read that once and it really is true.
Music is the food of life. All we have to do is listen and play
Absolutely agreed Bradley.
Waooo So Great Nice….!!
Thanks Hamza you can feel the amazement!!