A Woman In Guitar

A Woman In Guitar short poem

She is a woman in guitar
playing song like a star.
She sings like an angel,
a princess in a castle.
She’s only not a stranger —
indeed — she’s a rocker.

She has a lovely face
a wise woman I guess.
Beauty like a flower
your girl that will be always and forever.
The lady of daydream
she’ll take you to the place you’ve never been.

She is a woman in guitar
the girl with a thousand diamonds that shine.
Your everything and you longing for;
the means of what you’ve fighting for.
The portrait of your love
like a wonderful flying white dove.

The fairy tales that came true,
Too fascinating to ignore.
The girl full of gladness ;
simple woman in her uniqueness.
Unto you, she would bring a magic
when she plays the music.

She is a woman in guitar
within her hand uncalloused;
her smile sweet as a nectar
a girl you’ll never want to lose.
She sings to your heart string.
She sings while you’re dreaming.

Beauty such a poetry.
O’an image of what you’ve hoped for.
She’ll put your mind at ease
She’s better than the best.

And Indeed — She is —-
“A Woman in Guitar”

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Ramapriya Nr
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Womans appeal with Guitar in hand as back ground is very romantically expressed. A beautiful poem as beautiful as the beauty of the guitarist…

Preeti
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The beauty of a woman in the midst of soulful music….enchanting!

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