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Lady Muse

Lady Muse

Guiding hands for eyes to see.
Chafed tips strum on key.
Unlock refrain, a melody arose.
With each lyrical verse, I compose.
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Caress strings with intricate care.
To bring out splendor beyond compare.
Now a wood's worn on this ole guitar.
Yes, it holds more than one surface mar.
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Treat her like a lady, always give respect.
Fine wines age, cadence flows yet.
I sense you think me of feeble mind.
But believe me; I'm more than just maligned.
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No mere words can explain the duty.
Making love to this muse beauty.
Soft notes arise music lingers.
I make it come with just my fingers.

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Edward Williams

As a guitar player .. you nailed it.. amazing poem PD just loved reading this.Β 
Lol β€œ make it come with just my fingers” 
beautiful

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A Lonely Journey

Poetess,Β 
Wonderful write. Music is such a wonderful, sensuous thing, and you've beautifully portrayed it's caress.Β 
Awesome.Β 

Matthew.Β 

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Ian William

Brilliantly executed, Poetess! This flows ever so sweetly, with each word sensually strummed to perfection!

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Anthony Yormesor

No mere words can explain the beauty of this poem. Brilliant as usual. Thanks for sharing.

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sally

Wow, this is good!
You've written so perfectly!
It all comes together in such a splendid array of words!

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