Poem: The Guitar Collector

I love you from afar.

You may not be a star.

But, I love you

For who you are.

The Guitar collector.

You play the bass,

And it makes my heart race.

Your music sends me to space.

Your love for the guitars

Make you who you are.

We have the space.

You don’t have to race.

You can buy all the guitars you wish.

They are art to me.

I see why you love them.

The guitar collector

Is who you are!



Content by Brenda Marie Fluharty ©2021 all rights reserved

Photo from pixabay.com


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