A poem about an unknown guitar man.

This is a woman who wants to look for a husband, but is taking her time about it. She believes that good things come in small packages, i.e. the dwarf man. She loves music and wants the man that she is looking for to serenade her by playing his guitar.

Random poem I wrote.

My guitar and me.

This is my wife guitar and we love each other.

A poem about feeling like unplayed music…