In the quiet of the night, a guitar softly weeps,
Strings whisper secrets that the heart deeply keeps.
Fingers dance gently on frets, a delicate caress,
Each note a story, a tale of tenderness.

Under moonlit skies, the melody flows,
A river of emotions where the soul simply goes.
Harmony and rhythm in a lover’s embrace,
A symphony of strings transcending time and space.

The wood and steel together sing,
Echoes of memories, the past they bring.
Resonating chords that touch the core,
The guitar’s whisper, always craving more.

Through joy and sorrow, the music remains,
An eternal companion in life’s intricate lanes.
A guitar’s song, a heart’s true friend,
In its gentle whispers, we find an end.