A boy with a guitar in his hand
Doesn't sing for money or a band
He sings for himself, for town, for world
For love, for hate, or maybe a girl
When I saw you for the "first time" I still remember that innocent smile, I was just a teenager. Rude yet kind, with an ounce of hope and prayers "in my mind."
I am missing "the sound of my heart beating with delight, when I saw you in the shadey light walking across the lake with the bouquet of lilies while I was beholded by just the presence of thee."
"It was never about the outline nor about the view. It was always about the soul and forever about you."
He hummed as if the sea found its waves
He expressed as if a soul found its face
He waved the strings as if to tell how flowers bloomed
Or to dress up for someone groomed and perfumed
The words he sang, recited, or spoke
Had an essence of love, of fear, of hope
The love for the first talk and fear for the last glimpse
And hope that still lies silenced in the speaker's lips
He continued to sing and tried to answer
The whys that the listener demanded Who ?....
Maybe also cried "when I saw you die
I just wanna close my eyes and remember ,whom I said to wait"
With the scar in his hand
The boy said when the last notes arrived
Listeners were spellbound with love
And all the beings learnt to adore their beloved
It may be a flower or just a petal
It may be a magazine or a piece of letter
But all that matters are the feelings true
And there may be a someone which will evoke the guitar boy hidden in you
Poetic love ✨🤍
